Kiss me 2.1
A mother holds her child and whispers:
— You see, this is what true love is.
Men embrace, women clasp their hands, children laugh without understanding but imitate their parents' joy.
My eyes blur. I tremble. I am no longer afraid.
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GABRIEL
I descend from the altar. My steps echo in the jubilation.
I stand beside Clémence, and I take her hand before them all.
Then, something unexpected happens.
A voice rises, clear, sung, and draws the others in. It is not planned, not written. But the whole congregation joins in, a hymn bursts forth like fire, improvised, powerful. The very stones seem to vibrate.