"I thought I'd lost you."
They spoke the words together. Both of them. The same words at the same moment. And then they fell into each other's arms and held each other, and this time they were both crying. They stood like that from some time. They stood still like the people in a painting that hung in one of the local pubs. A painting of a man and a woman holding each other and crying, as if one of them was going away for a long time, for ever perhaps.
Ps: Merciiii petite Marie de m'avoir offert ce petin livre! On peut dire qu'en un seul jour il était lu, tellement l'histoire était passionnante. Mais à certains moments j'avais quand même la chair de poule lol.