Mimosas
Taking a Rest Philippe took her hand into his, stroking softly her fingers to her palm. He willed her to wake for him, to open her eyes on her own. He had been told by Marcus, she had been awake off and on since being brought here, but never long enough for any real comprehension of where she was. Each brief moment, her eyes were dulled lifeless, only mere roving glances before descending again to her muted state. He slowly brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each one gently, his eyes searching her swollen face for some movement, some awakening, to bring her to him. His arrival being a day later after receiving the phone call, he cursed the time differences, knowing, could they have been in sync with each other, he might have found her in one of her awaken moments. ...
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