Meaning. I search for it in everything. They call me the doctor and yet what they need is a matchmaker to ease their broken hearts. Can none else see it? If these spectacles could grant them sight, those who are blind and do not know, perhaps this doctor could heal their souls. First, do no harm.
I can hardly stand the café anymore. Even Marcelin…Marcelin who will die for life. He kills more than he knows in a simple look – or the lack thereof. Murder.
If anyone ripped out another's heart they would be convicted and sent away to Toulon, never to taint society again. And yet I watch him destroy a man every night, every night the same words, the same scorn. No one notices. No one comments. What care is there for only a letter of the alphabet? None. They have turned a soul to a tamed pet; no one is the wiser but the silent blind man.
And his pair of spectacles.
