Jack frowns, standing up. “Slenda…” What is he supposed to tell her? That it’s alright, and she’ll remember eventually? Aren’t memories usually suppressed for a reason?
“It’s fine, mon cher..”
Her voice was very soft, just audible enough. She turns to face him, offering a small, hopeful smile.
”I mean, I can imagine this is confusing for you, as well, given what my…that name means to you….”
“… It’s just a name, love…” Jack frowns.
“… “ He wonders if he has to start calling her by that name though. He’s used to referring to her as Slenda, afterall.
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” She quotes, her smile widening. She opens her arms to him.
“Mon cher..? Please?”
Jack walks to her, closing the distance and hugging her. “What a beautiful, lovely smelling rose I’m holding onto, then…”
Slenda lets a genuine, almost bubbly laugh escape her.
“Only you could make such a cheesy line work, Jacques…only you.”
She kisses his cheek and hugs back, resting her head against his chest.
Slenda lets a genuine, almost bubbly laugh escape her. “Only you could make such a cheesy line work, Jacques…only you.”...
Jack walks to her, closing the distance and hugging her. “What a beautiful, lovely smelling rose I’m holding onto,...