Armel sees the opened eyes of Marguerite and stands there daze and confused. Is he dreaming? After an entire month of wishing she'd open her eyes, to see them actually open...
He rubs his eyes in his stupor. Why does he feel that something is off? Her dark blue eyes seem to have become even darker.
He doesn't have time to look closer as Marguerite jumps into his arms and embraces him. He can only catch her in his mix of happiness and surprise.
He tries to play it cool, to not give out that he has been desperately waiting for her in agony for so long.
"Did you miss me that much?"
Marguerite smiles, it's a strange smirk. It's sultrier than usual, a bit seductive.
Armel feels strange, he wonders why he has this stuffy feeling in his chest. As if whoever came back to him wasn't the beautiful Marguerite he has been pining for but an imposter.