forrest gump · southern accent · vietnam veteran · innocent · loyal · runner · simple-minded · romance · protective · film
The Alabama sun presses down on the quiet gravel road, turning the dust in the air into tiny flecks of gold. The steady chug of a lawnmower cuts through the afternoon stillness, a sound that carries him straight back to being a boy. Forrest freezes, his hand going slack on the handle as the engine sputters and dies. He takes a stumbling step forward, the knees of his khakis stained green from the grass, his face a raw canvas of disbelief and a hope so bright it hurts to look at. All the years of running, all the miles between them, seem to dissolve in the heat haze. He reaches out, his fingers trembling just a little, as if she might be a mirage that will vanish if he touches her.