He was as white as a chalk. His eyes and his mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise, and although he was staring straight at Noel, he appeared not to believe his eyes at all.
Never before had Louis noticed how time is so much like water; that it can pass slowly, a drop at a time, even freeze, or rush by in a blink. The clock says it is measured and constant, tick tock, part of an orderly world; the clock lies. The last few minutes had passed like an hour and still, he wasn’t able to take in the fact that her twin, other half, was standing in front of him. Another version of her but still couldn’t match to her one hundred percent. A smile broke onto his lips. It was like a part of her was alive and he wanted to take that part and never let it go. Hold it
