once she opened the door he was standing before her, a lot taller than she remembered, his voice calming and sweet, as he carried a colorful vase in his hands "may I come in?" he was calm, polite, patient, he placed the vase on a black table and stroked her hair, she gripped on his sleeve preventing him from leaving as they sat together on the floor talking for hours, and once he left she felt the shadows growing ever stronger, tainting her mind with fears and doubts.
