Chapter Twenty Four - Sleeping Beauty

She squeezed my hand the moment her eyes met mine. It was weak, but I felt it. There was a silent message in that soft squeeze of hers; she was telling me she was glad to see me. I felt the life creeping back into me again. My heart did a triple somersault and a pirouette and about five cartwheels. I could stare at those eyes forever; those deep blue, crystal clear eyes. I was seeing the soul within for the very first time since I've known her. She wasn't hiding her feelings. She didn't wear her perfectly contoured mask today.

No.

She was just Genevieve; body and soul.

And it made me fall in love with her all over again, like that was even possible. At that point, I couldn't help but feel a very weird moment of déjà vu. There was something about seeing Genevieve; the real Genevieve, which made me feel like I've known her from a long time ago. A different lifetime maybe. I didn't really believe in this stuff but at that particular moment I couldn't deny what I was feeling.