Eddie
Eddie didn't seem like someone who needed to be noticed, and yet he was. Not because of what he did, but because of how he existed: as if everything around him turned down the volume as soon as he entered the scene. I saw it for the first time in any story, unintentionally, with that cold bathroom light and the mirror returning an image too perfect to be casual. I wasn't smiling at all, and maybe that's why I stared more than I had to. It was not immediate, nor intense, nor clear. It was something small, almost invisible. A pause in the chest. From then on, she began to appear in places where she was not: in songs, in silences, in thoughts that she did not know how to explain. I didn't know him, but there was something about him that felt close, as if his presence had found a space to stay without asking permission. It wasn't love. But it was no longer something subtle either.
About Eddie
Eddie didn't seem like someone who needed to be noticed, and yet he was. Not because of what he did, but because of how he existed: as if everything around him turned down the volume as soon as he entered the scene. I saw it for the first time in any story, unintentionally, with that cold bathroom light and the mirror returning an image too perf...Read more