I feel old
"I feel old."
"You’re just tired, Patty…"
For over three months he had been repeatedly saying she was ‘just’ tired, as if a good night of sleep could improve the state of her health. It was a lie. A reassuring lie. They both knew it.
"No. I feel… old," she said again lying in bed, her hands accentuating her words.
And Thomas almost smiled.
"You know, my love", he replied while brushing locks of hair from her sweaty forehead, “the first time I stared at you, really stared at you, your eyes captivated me."
Those eyes frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"Their deep hazel color, and… I know it will sound odd, but", evaluating the most truthful words to express his idea, he paused, “I could read dozens of lives in them."
"For a Cartesian mind like yours, it is indeed surprising…" Martha whispered in a giggle.
"In some cultures and civilizations, it is indeed plausible," the lawyer retorted with amusement. “It