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There was this face.
All she could see was this face, at first. Smooth but with scars at the jaw; little half-moons that gleamed silvery in the pale light. His eyes were a deep, warm amber that made her think of preserved insects and gold foil; his hair was of a lighter, soft honey-tone and fell into his face in unruly strands. He was saying something, but she couldn't hear; he was looking at someone, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
She was captured, captured by this person, and then his eyes fixed on her and his whole face transformed, became warm and soft; his lips formed a name she couldn't hear. "Alice", he mouthed and came closer, reaching for her.
She wondered who that Alice-person was, and if she knew how lucky she was to be loved like that by this person.