Chapter 286 A glance for ten thousand years
Peter, I have an idea.
A outrageous idea of a bold, crazy adventure, an idea that he would not agree with 100% when he is sober and calm, an idea that if he misses this moment, he may never dare to take that step.
Peter thought he was crazy.
However.
What's even more amazing is that those thoughts are popping up like wild weeds in spring, and they can't be stopped. In the blink of an eye, they have filled up the whole head like weeds, and are on the verge of exploding.
So, he did this.
He looked at Mary Jane, so sincerely, so nakedly, and so openly. If it was a little quieter, you could hear the sound of his heart hitting his chest hard.
"I said,"
"Spider-Man, Mary Jane's greatest strength is..."
"When you look into her eyes and she looks back at you..."
One word, one sentence.
Naked and calm.
Mary Jane was eager to try and full of expectations. The smile on her lips bloomed unreservedly. She was not only excited and excited, but also had some gossip and curiosity; but slowly, slowly, the turbulent emotions gradually subsided. Fading away.
Mary - simply looked into Peter's eyes. This seemed to be the first time she took a serious look at Peter's eyes. In the past, Peter always wore glasses, so she didn't even notice that Peter had blue eyes, but later she noticed that he had blue eyes. There was no serious eye contact, after all, they were just friends.
Until now.
The calm blue can capture traces of the waves in the depth, gathering bit by bit, seemingly a little scared, hesitant and uneasy, wandering hesitantly, but eventually it surged. .
Peter's words were like a spell. The imagined scenes in his mind overlapped with the real world. Mary-Jane thought Peter was talking to Spider-Man, but at this time it seemed that Peter was talking to Spider-Man. Speak for yourself.
Involuntarily, the beating of the heart gradually lost control.
Gradually, it became quiet. Although the smile still stayed at the corner of her mouth, Mary Jane could see that her reflection in those blue eyes was slowly becoming clearer.
She looked at him, he looked at her, and she looked into his eyes.
Buzz.
The world is quiet, there are only the two of them.
"Everything... will become special..."
Peter's voice became softer and softer, falling lightly and softly on the eardrums, Mary-Jane searched those eyes carefully The light inside filled the sea of stars, and she fell little by little.
time. space.
Just press the pause button.
Even Mary-Jane herself didn't realize it.
“Because you will feel stronger...but at the same time more vulnerable...”
Strongness is when two people face the wind and rain side by side and use a hard shell to fight against the world. It's freezing cold.
Fragile, but willing to show one's weakness in front of the one you love, longing for dependence, hugging, and tenderness.
“Because, you will feel excited...but at the same time, you will also feel scared...”
Excited because it is rare to have.
Afraid, because of fear of loss.
Bathed in Peter's sight, Mary-Jane was a little lost in a trance, and the gentle and bright eyes lightly enveloped her completely.
So, is it her? Is she the person he's talking about?
She saw herself in those pupils.
One glance, thousands of years.
So focused, so affectionate, so pure.
There is a kind of splendor like a moth flying into the flame.
But he danced carefully next to her, watching her wholeheartedly, as if she was the sun and he was the earth, and the whole world revolved around her, dazzled for a while. Then, they were the only ones left in this space.
Him and her.
A thought penetrated into the depths of Mary Jane's soul like lightning, and she stared at Peter blankly, blankly, and quietly, slowly melting in that gentle gaze.
I was caught off guard, my eyes became moist, and my vision was blurred.
He understands her.
Not only heard it, but understood it completely, he actually saw her.
Finally.
Some people saw it, and some people heard it——
She stood alone in a deserted land, shouting, running away, and struggling.
She can't find an exit, has no direction, and doesn't even know what she wants, because she has never really owned anything of her own, not even a dream.
She just grabbed a lifebuoy in a hurry, eager to guide herself to escape from that hell forever.
However, she was disappointed again and again. Not only was she disappointed with those people, but she was also disappointed with herself. She didn't know how she could be so stupid. Even she couldn't figure out why she had fallen to this point.
No one understands her. Including herself.
Maybe she deserves her predicament.
Until now.
Finally someone heard her, and it was not the unparalleled hero who came to save her on the colorful auspicious clouds, because what she needed was not rescue, but companionship.
One companion is enough, and she will rely on her own strength to move forward.
Moved. sad. Fragile. strong. despair. struggle.
Those tear-filled eyes were filled with countless emotions, but this time, she finally saw herself clearly in his pupils——
The most authentic look.
Even she herself has never truly seen what she truly understands, and it is now reflected in the eyes of the man in front of her.
“The truth is, you don’t know what it feels like, you only know what kind of person you want to be.”
“It’s like completing an unreachable dream, But she was not prepared at all."
The soft words she spoke softly touched her bruises carefully and gently. It didn't hurt, but she could clearly feel every step along the way. A wound.
Maybe, even she has forgotten the reason why she chose to become an actor in the first place, but he still remembers it.
It's her. It's her too.
The boundary between performance and reality is broken in this way. The fourth wall has disappeared. However, the mood and emotions are still immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.
Poof. Plop. Plop.
The heart beats gently above the eardrums.
Echoes, hovering.
Kristen’s mind went completely blank, she opened her mouth slightly, and slowly fell under the gaze of those eyes. The acceleration of free fall firmly grasped her heart, but the amazing thing was that she had no fear at all. .
Through a piece of gold and into a pool of blue, the powerful impact shattered all the armor deep in the soul. The barriers between performance and reality have also been torn apart, and the heart is beating wildly above the eardrums. There was a roar.
So, is she Mary Jane, or is she Kristen?
Maybe neither. Maybe both.
She, just like that, fell slowly in those eyes, lost in a soft golden halo, but she was not confused, struggling or uneasy, but was surrounded by a warm halo. She didn't realize it until she reacted. , the vision has long been blurred.
Puch.
Kristen laughed out loud, and tears broke free from the shackles of her eyes and fell. She quickly raised her hands to wipe away the tears. She was a little shy and reserved, but her smile became brighter and brighter, and she looked forward again.
Bold and brave, magnanimous and naked, showing one's fragility and confusion, showing one's pain and struggle, without reservation.
Because this time, she knew that it was okay to be true to herself.
(End of this chapter)