An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
I turned to face him and realized he was sitting close to me, much closer than before. I nearly jumped out of my skin. We locked eyes and he made as if to speak, his lips parting for the briefest moment before they froze like that, a breath apart. He was just staring at me now, looking into my eyes with a startling intensity. I felt fear skitter through my blood. His voice was different—almost unrecognizable—when he said, “Were you crying?” |