This time, Steve is watching her, and reads her intention before she finishes speaking.
It's not her. He knows it's not her. But it feels like her, in his gut, in his very bones. So when Steve lunges after her, wraps a firm hand around her arm, he calls her name. "Marie, wait!"
Instantly, he's mortified. And underneath it, disgusted with himself. He wants to know who this woman is, but even not knowing anything about her, he knows calling her his dead soulmate's name isn't the way to make her stay.
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It's not her. He knows it's not her. But it feels like her, in his gut, in his very bones. So when Steve lunges after her, wraps a firm hand around her arm, he calls her name. "Marie, wait!"
Instantly, he's mortified. And underneath it, disgusted with himself. He wants to know who this woman is, but even not knowing anything about her, he knows calling her his dead soulmate's name isn't the way to make her stay.