At least Gerlain would be there by her side when she got to the rubble. He would whisper to her as they worked. She would watch his hands pull away the pink and gray stones. He would throw pebbles at her and make her laugh. She would look into his eyes. Eyes that made the villagers say, “That boy has the sky in his eyes instead of the ground like us.”
His strange blue eyes, like no one else’s.
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