[He can deal with that. Likes it, even though he's never been good with it.]
Her name was Pearl. I met her in Chicago, summer of 1920. [He casts his eyes down a little- only a year ago, really. He hasn't talked about her since he left Chicago, and it feels like the memory is more distant than it ought to be.]
She was pretty, like you. Big eyes, long dark hair. She wanted to go to California, be an actress. [He rubs at his mouth again, his eyes darker, sadder than before.] You looked at Pearl and you just wanted to pick her up, protect her from the world. Small, fragile. Hurt.
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Her name was Pearl. I met her in Chicago, summer of 1920. [He casts his eyes down a little- only a year ago, really. He hasn't talked about her since he left Chicago, and it feels like the memory is more distant than it ought to be.]
She was pretty, like you. Big eyes, long dark hair. She wanted to go to California, be an actress. [He rubs at his mouth again, his eyes darker, sadder than before.] You looked at Pearl and you just wanted to pick her up, protect her from the world. Small, fragile. Hurt.