The red feeling

That man, looking young, like a kid, speaking wise as he had lived lifetimes did not remain a stranger. He kept coming around, seeking her company and Elsa, let´s say that she wasn´t afraid of him anymore. He felt familiar. Whenever she was out uncompanied by Em, he came and stayed till the last moment, then he was gone, like he had disappeared. Without realizing it herself she began to wait for these meetings. No name, apparently younger than her, in peculiar clothes - looking like a young popstar runaway from the set in full costume walking by her side, doing groceryshopping. Out of mind. Tom noticed a new shine in her presence and the pull to her he had felt since the beginning got stronger and stronger. He watched her moving around the house, with Em and felt, that his broken world wasn´t so broken anymore. Only one crack remained, the one too close. He started avoiding her again, staying out late feeling guilty, for so hurting Em. Elsa was in the dark, until one evening she went to open the door of her loft and he was there. Tom. Like the first time they met, mr Monroe-week, that hat... A bottle of champaigne in one hand and a bouquet of red roses in the other. Rather surprised she let him inside.