We went out the coffee. It was dark and cold outside. That was the moment of truth, where he could show what kind of man really was.
"May I make some walking company to home?", he asked doubtfully. My smile froze. He was waiting for this moment, I knew it, I'll never learn from the experience, I whispered inside. But I allowed to come with me.
We walked fast, because it was beginning to rain. He got his jacket over his shoulder to cover me partially with it. I could not deny it: It was a gentleman.
We arrived to my door. I kept my breath, waiting for the moment the dream would end with the usual question. But he didn't asked to go in. He looked at me, again his shy look to whisper: "Why don't we meet tomorrow? I think we still have a lot to talk about... if you want..." His eyes concentrated on the ground, shy once more.
"I'd love too", I decided to run the risk, because life was taking every inch of my being, a warm sensation long forgotten.
He smiled widely... "Really? At five o´clock?", he appointed.
"Ok, see you at five then! Have good rest!, I accepted, trying to hide my nerves.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
He waved his hand as he left my door. I answered. Michael was really managing to waking me alive again... But as I was opening the lock, I heard steps and a hand -his hand- in my shoulder... "I forgot to tell you something, Sydney... I forgot to tell the truth... You are so beautiful, you know?" And he ran away like a ashamed child, leaving me open-mouth, and my heart hitting my breast at the whisper of his last words.
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
When he said my name, I could not avoid shivering and I was sure it was not the cold of the street.
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
I entered home. And the warmness of the flat seemed like cold comparing with what I was beginning to feel for the mysterious handsome man, for Michael. That song suits perfectly with everything which was happening from yesterday, I was sunk in the most incredible desperation, giving everything as lost, and Michael appeared from the Nothing to do as the song prayed, he was managing what everyone left as impossible... He was beginning to bring me back to life...
I went to bed early... I didn't want dinner... just to rest, to dream with that day, in case I woke up the next morning to discover it had been only a product of my imagination... I was afraid of that and I really needed the clock sounding the five o'clock to see the coffee door opened again...
Closing my eyes, yet smiling, I turned the lights off... waiting for the next meeting.
Michael..., was my last thought.
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