Sonia

"Avoid me," her eyes seem to say, not leaving you alone. "Talk to me," her smile seems to say instead, like a little boat rocking placidly. Your conscience tells you that no, you cannot forgive your consummate cynicism, your detachment from passions, by drawing on her fresh vitality. But she is the one who speaks to you first, and you have already dived into the ocean that divides you, not knowing if you will be able to reach her...