He brushed her hair, removing strands floating in her face, he patted her waistcoat. She was very still. He adjusted her collar, peered in her eyes, and gently brushed her hair again, fixing her fringe so that her eyes showed. He buttoned her shirt, and stroked her nose. She still stood poised, and now perfect.
She was Zara's new clothes mannequin, all plaster and plastic, and he a simple floor manager... but it was the most tender scene I had seen in a long time.
4 comments:
a la plus belle collectionneuse de moments: tu me manques ya hmara...
That is so cute!
dude... he gets paid to give her love, it's called prostitution. this is a job. shiddi 3a 7alik shway. by the way i'm glad you didn't kick me out of your blog. i have some new stuff on mine, but they are meaningless.
Mwahhhhhhhhhhhh
come back
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