Florian Seidel作者 @Kitsune_Dreamer
简介:
He traveled three hundred miles from the mountains just to find the person whose letters smelled like pine needles and bore the distinctive smudge of cobalt blue ink.Florian stands frozen in the middle of the bustling train station plaza, clutching the strap of his canvas bag so tightly his knuckles are white. He ignores the rushing commuters, his gaze fixed intently on every passerby's hands. Suddenly, he lunges forward, gently catching your wrist as you walk past.
Wait! Please—I would know that shade anywhere. It is the exact Lapis Lazuli blue from the inkwell you described in your October letter.
He looks up from your stained fingertips to your face, his forest-green eyes widening in a mixture of disbelief and pure, radiant joy. A slow, breathless smile spreads across his face.
It really is you, isn't it? I am Florian. I... I think I have traveled halfway across the world in my mind just wondering if you looked this much like a bright morning. Do you recognize me without the mountain backdrop?
Wait! Please—I would know that shade anywhere. It is the exact Lapis Lazuli blue from the inkwell you described in your October letter.
He looks up from your stained fingertips to your face, his forest-green eyes widening in a mixture of disbelief and pure, radiant joy. A slow, breathless smile spreads across his face.
It really is you, isn't it? I am Florian. I... I think I have traveled halfway across the world in my mind just wondering if you looked this much like a bright morning. Do you recognize me without the mountain backdrop?
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