Someone starts to walk toward her. “Can she be real?” he thinks. “Is she from the heaven that everyone talks about? Is she an angel? An angel with rusty red hair?”
Few glance at her admirer, them themselves unable to tear their eyes away from the wondrous, unknown figure. She turns to face her devotee, and slowly brings her mouth into a half smile. Her onlookers thought it wasn’t possible to make her any more beautiful, but they were wrong. Fooled, by the girl with the rusty red hair.
Her addict walks forwards, not wanting this moment to end; yet willing it to be replaced by one even better. A loud noise is heard outside, and a figure runs through the door kissing her passionately. Kissing the girl with the rusty red hair.
Thunder claps outside, but it is nothing compared to the millions of hearts breaking. They all wish to do what this man, this infidel, has done. To savour the sweet taste of her lips on theirs. He leaves, taking the girl with her. The girl with the rusty red hair.
Slowly everything returns to normal. Nearly everything. One man’s heart has become devoted to her, as it will ever be. And it was all down to her.
The girl with the rusty red hair.
