About part three:
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Warnings: smoking, cigarettes, caution, neglection, hurt.
Mentions: curiosity, romance, efforts, upcoming cold, books, shared (mutual) interests, mistakes, regrets, appreciation, urges, temptations, wants, tranquillity, words, overthinking, happiness, joy, calmness, silence, hidden hunger, listening, keepsake, understanding, unexpected gift, forbidden nature, admiration, plans, uncertainty, thankfulness, questions, deep facial expressions, warmth, rain, love, life, desires, daydreaming, unexpected guest, memories, deep longing, heavy tension, disappointment.
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[ me ]
My eyes followed him, as he got up from his chair until he disappeared around the corner from where only the rustling of porcelain and flowing water was heard. A kitchen, obviously.. I smiled to myself and took this little moment to take a closer look at the one or other book in the shelves behind me. Curiosity, nothing else, the wish to learn something about this man, about his habits, his thoughts, his- my gaze got stuck on a rather old and rugged looking copy of Shakespeare's sonnets and I couldn't help a smile.. oh how often I have read them..
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔢,
𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴,
𝔚𝔥𝔬, 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢,
𝔘𝔫𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴:
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫'𝔰 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰
𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢;
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰,
𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱
𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔢,
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱,
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶:
𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰;
𝔏𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰.
Sonnet 94, the first that came to my mind, one of my favourites and how strangely fitting this was for the man that owned this book.. It was once again his voice, deep and pleasant, that made me turn my head. How his voice would sound when reading Shakespeare's sonnets? Most likely something I won't ever be able to find out...
Anyway, his words about the student made me chuckle slightly, of course he was right, people always talked behind each others back and why would two teachers be of any student's interest? We were in the end nothing of any importance to them, more like an unavoidable annoyance they had to bear every day. The only exception aere those that had their face printed on one of the chocolate frog cards..
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