Amilie still followed him. He turned on his heels, and his eyes were large and dark. “Leave me. I need to find the garden.” Shaking his head, Guillaume’s normal colouration returned. “I’m sorry. I’m in search of this garden. I keep dreaming of it. Perhaps you could help me find it?” A smile flashed.
“Oh. No, that’s okay.” She stuttered.
“Some other time, then.” It didn’t sound like an invitation. He proceeded to stare out the window. Some where, over the rainbow… It played like a broken record in his mind. “What do you want? How do you expect me to find this place?” It came out of his mouth fiercely.
“Are you talking to God?” For the second time, he spun around.
“No. Did I say it aloud?” Guillaume’s voice innocent enough.