Stargazers

It's Actually is Him

A man, around 5"10' short cropped hair, almost bald. But you could barely see it, because a fedora was covering it. Her mouth let out an audible gasp, before he could turn around she scurried away to the milk. Breathe Liz it could just be a man who looks like him.

She sighed, "It can't be him." She murmured, regained her composure and kept shopping. As she was putting her groceries away in her trunk she saw him again. Exiting the store with a teenage girl. It couldn't be him with a girl, especially that age. But it's Red knowing him, he just might have a child.

They stopped and looked at pumpkins. Unlike the man, the girl had brown hair and brown eyes. Both were wearing a fedora, and dressed in similar ways. The man felt someone staring at them. He turned and caught sight of Liz.

Her mind froze; the eyes, jaw line, stress lines, bags under the eyes. They all belonged to Raymond Reddington. Red and the girl slowly made their way over to Lizzie, if she could she would've bolted out of there the instant their eyes caught each other's.

"Hello Lizzie." He smiled warmly but you could see the sadness and the memories in his eyes. "Hi Red. What're you doing here?" She remained strong. You can't cry in front of him!

"This"- he pointed to the girl, -" is my niece, Sam. I'm visiting her." The girl smiled, "Nice to meet you Ms.Keen." Liz furrowed her eyebrows, "How do you know my last"-, the girl cut her off, -" Uncle Red talks about you a lot, like a lot a lot. He lov-"

Red clamped his hand over her mouth, "Know what Sam, why don't you let the adults talk and you can go put the groceries up." He says.

Liz could tell they both adored each other. "Only if I get to drive home." Sam compromised. "Well Red, she certainly is related to you." Liz snickered. "You're only thirteen. No." Red said.

"But, you know I can drive, probably even better than you!" She argued playfully. "Sam.." Red's tone gave her no room to argue, "Fine..." She grumbled all the way across the parking lot.

"Well Red looks like you found your match," she smirked. He chuckled, "How have you been Lizzie?" He ask nonchalantly with a mask on his face. "Red, you can't possibly expect me to say I've been good." Her voice hissed, laced with venom. Sam came sprinting back, "Ms. Keen I thought I should inform you that Uncle Red has it in his sick twisted mind that the best thing was to leave you. Even though he really loved you.."

Red turned around and glared, and Sam scurried back to their car. "I knew it." Lizzie muttered.

Red began to rub her arms with his hands but she pulled away sharply. "How could you?" she hissed, "I cried myself to sleep every night, because I thought you truly didn't love me."

He bit the inside of his cheek, "Lizzie.."

"Don't try to explain." And with that she drove away leaving him in a cloud of dust.