L rubbed her palms together as she spoke. “B took me to a fancy restaurant one time, and that’s when I knew. It was in the way he looked around – distracted, burdened.
I remember his eyes the most because they used to always be on me, boring into my skull. He was intrigued by my mystery. He would reach and reach and only see the shallow parts. Everything else was just out of sight. But then I showed him the deep, dark parts. And things changed.”
L paused, her hands red and raw.
“I still miss her, sometimes – that cutting, fearless woman he thought I was.”
B is back, through the eyes of someone else. Perspective is fun to play with. Here’s his in 139 words: Chase Theory – all those words ago.