SANS UN MOT

Il lui plaisait. Plus elle le regardait et plus il lui plaisait. Il montait dans les derniers wagons du métro. Peut-être que comme elle, il était constamment en retard et ne disposait pas des 2 minutes nécessaires pour longer le quai et monter dans les rames à l’avant, les moins occupées. Résultat: elle le retrouvait parfois et même souvent le matin en allant au travail. Elle s’en réjouissait en l’apercevant et ne pouvait empêcher son coeur de sourire.
Son rendez-vous amoureux secret auquel, lui, venait sans le savoir. Elle, y venait la tête pleine de sujets à aborder et d’histoires à raconter, elle avait tant de choses à lui dire.

Ce matin-là, le métro était bondé. Il étaient tous les deux debout, au milieu d’une dizaine de personnes. Comme eux, la plupart des voyageurs descendrait après la station de Chancery Lane. Elle descendait toujours avant lui, à Bond Street. Il leur restait donc encore quelques minutes. Il était tout près. Elle pouvait l’entendre respirer. Elle aurait pu accorder sa respiration sur la sienne si son coeur ne battait pas aussi fort. Elle essayait d’apaiser ces battements qui résonnaient dans tout son corps et sa tête quand soudain, elle le vit s’approcher d’elle ou plutôt des portes derrière elle. Il allait descendre à la prochaine station. Bizarre, pensa t-elle. Elle ne pouvait penser davantage, elle essayait de calmer ce coeur trop bruyant qui s’emballait, qui s’emballait.

Sa voisine s’écarta pour le laisser passer. Il s’avança à côté d’elle. Elle pouvait maintenant sentir son parfum.

Le métro s’arrêta et les portes s’ouvrirent. Elle s’écarta à son tour et il passa devant elle. Lentement. Elle sentit sa main prendre la sienne. Sans réfléchir, elle le suivit et descendit avec lui.

WITHOUT A WORD

She did like him. The more she looked at him, the more she liked him.He would get on the last wagons on the Tube, just like her, probably because he was always late and so, could not find the 2 minutes he needed to walk along the platform to reach the first carriages, usually less busy. Consequence: she would find him there, more and more often now, in the morning on the way to work. She was happy as soon as she would get a glimpse of him and could not restrain her heart from smiling.

He was her secret date. He was part of it without knowing it. And she would bring along in her head lots of topics and stories to talk about, there was so much she wanted to tell him.

That morning, the train was crowded. They were both standing in the midth of tens of people. Most of them would get off after Chancery Lane. She would get off before him at Bond Street station. She had a few more minutes with him. He was so close now she could hear him breathing. She could have tuned up her breathing on his if her heart had not been pounding so hard. She was trying to calm her heart from resonating in her whole body and her head when suddenly she saw him coming towards her, or rather towards the doors behind her. He was about to get off at the next station. Strange, she thought. Her thoughts stopped there, she was too concentrated trying so hard to calm that embarassing and noisy heart of hers.

The woman next to her stepped aside to let him past her. He stepped forward. He was now just there by her side. She could smell his fragrance.

The train stopped and the doors opened. She stepped aside too and he passed her. Slowly. She felt his hand. In hers. Without thinking, she followed him and got off the train with him.

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5 thoughts on “SANS UN MOT

  1. “Elle ne pouvait empêcher son coeur de sourire.” – cette phrase est tellement belle, tellement naturelle, tellement juste. Mon cœur sourit à sa lecture. Ton texte est magnifique. La situation est décrite avec une fluidité qui en rend la lecture exquise. Je dévore ces moments d’attraction par procuration. Merci de partager tes mots pour nous faire vivre ces moments.

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