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brave enough to let herself be rescued.
    He sat up and turned his back.
    ‘I’m scared too, don’t you realise that?’
    He had read her thoughts. He had the ability to see straight through her. It was one of his many qualities that she appreciated, but also feared in equal measure. He got up and went over to her bedroom window. Her eyes wandered over his naked skin. How beautiful he was.
    ‘I’ve always been able to weigh the pros and cons, go back and forth about how I should behave, and get dragged into all those stupid games people play so they don’t seem too eager. But that won’t work with you. I’ve longed so much to be hit by somethinglike this, to feel so much that it seems I just don’t have any choice.’
    She wanted to say something but she couldn’t think of a single word. All the words that would have been suitable were inaccessible, deep inside some cranny, because she had never before needed them.
    ‘I only know that I’ve never felt anything like this before.’
    He stood there just as naked as his confession. She got up and went over to him, stood behind him and slid her arms through his.
    ‘So don’t ever leave me alone with a silent phone again. I don’t know if I could stand it.’
    He was the most courageous man she had ever met.
    ‘I’m sorry.’
    For one dizzying instant she dared to feel total trust, and take comfort from the feeling of being loved through and through. She felt the tears rising again, felt something black and hard inside her begin to dissolve.
    He turned round and took her face in his hands.
    ‘I ask only one thing, and that’s for you to be honest, that you tell me the truth so I’ll understand what’s happening. As long as we’re honest then neither of us has to be afraid. Don’t you think?’
    She didn’t answer.
    ‘Don’t you think?’
    Only then did she nod.
    ‘I promise.’
    And at that moment she meant it.
        
    They were supposed to have dinner that evening. The following morning she had to leave town to attendthe course, and she was already missing him. Four days. Four days and four nights without his presence.
    Her mother had been upset. Not about the course itself, but about the fact that the grave would be dark for several days. Monika had promised to hurry home. She would pick her up at three on Sunday when she returned.
        
    She spent a long time going through the clothes in her wardrobe. Actually she had already decided what she was going to wear, knew so well what he liked best, but she wanted to check one last time that she wasn’t mistaken. On the way past the window she stopped by one of the orchid plants and pinched off a withered flower. The others still stood in their full splendour, and she regarded their perfect creation. So insanely beautiful, in such absolute symmetry, so utterly without shortcomings or flaws. And yet he had compared her to them when he noticed them in the bedroom window, so he wasn’t that smart after all. An orchid was perfect. She wasn’t. He had the ability to make her feel unique, both inside and out, but only when he was there and she could dwell in his compelling gaze. When he wasn’t there, the other took over, what she knew was inside and wasn’t worth loving. Swiftly and ruthlessly it would take back the ground it had lost.
        
    She hesitated in the doorway as she was leaving. If she left this minute she would get there right on time. What would happen if she arrived late? Quite a bit late. How annoyed would he be? Maybe it would make him realise that she wasn’t as wonderful as heimagined. Then maybe he would finally reveal his hidden side, expose that flaw that she was convinced he must have somewhere. Show that he only loved her as long as he thought she was perfect. She turned off her mobile and sat down on the hall bench.
        
    She made him wait forty-five minutes. Soaked to the skin he stood in the middle of the square when she finally came running up. He had refused to