Nathan's Rebuttal
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Nathan
"Ice cream and reruns of Coupling? This really is a thing, isn't it?" Sophie Devereaux entered her living room Caramel Sutra carton in hand, spoon in mouth, to find Nathan Ford on her couch.
"It upsets you that I can't place Tuscany over Paris. It's not that I don't remember because it's unimportant." He stood and walked to her in the door way, spoon still between her lips. "Because when I see you the world melts away; there's no job, there's no location, there's nothing but you and me. I don't remember where we were, but I remember your every expression – every sparkle of your eye and curve of your lip. I remember every emotion I felt. No, I don't remember when I was Escamillo or where I held you in my arms and we danced a Viennese Waltz. Montenegro and St. Petersburg are blurs. I don't remember a lot of things; I only remember what was important to me – the sights, your smile, the emotions."
He looked her in the eye as he spoke, watching her layers peal away. He stood for a moment after he spoke, he had bared his soul and he had seen hers. He left.