And then this - the moment he calls my name - is the real moment everything changes.
He is no longer St. Clair, everyone's pal, everyone's friend.
He is Étienne. Étienne, like the night we met. He is Étienne; he is friend.
He is so much more.
Étienne. My feet trip in three syllables. É-ti-enne, É-ti-enne, É-ti-enne. His name coats my tongue like melting chocolate. He is so beautiful, so perfect.
He is no longer St. Clair, everyone's pal, everyone's friend.
He is Étienne. Étienne, like the night we met. He is Étienne; he is friend.
He is so much more.
Étienne. My feet trip in three syllables. É-ti-enne, É-ti-enne, É-ti-enne. His name coats my tongue like melting chocolate. He is so beautiful, so perfect.
( Stephanie Perkins )
[ Anna and the French Kiss ]
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