An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
Three times he opened his mouth to speak, and each time he came up short. Finally, he said: “Please. Say something.” I was staring at him. I couldn’t stop staring at him. “I can’t.” “Why not?” I was horrified to hear my voice shake when I said, “Because I’m scared.” He took a step closer. “Why are you scared?” I whispered his name and it was practically a plea, a bid for mercy. |