Dan could almost feel the coolness of every marble step as he made his way up to the Museum. He knew he was nervous, so he strained up and finished climbing the steps. Together they came to the door, he held it open for her. He smiled at Elizabeth, trying to pour every ounce of emotion he had left into that one smile, so that maybe, just maybe she would understand his feelings. She gave a heartless nod in return. Dan sighed a sad sigh and accepted a program from a lady in uniform.

Dan walked over to Elisabeth, “do you want to take a tour?” He asked.

“No, we don’t have time, we have to make this fast.” She walked over to the nearest painting and examined it.

“You can’t rush art.” Dan pointed out. She shrugged “trying to guess what the paintings are of is funnier than a tour anyway.”

They observed and walked through the museum for a half and hour before they came to it. It was one of the most beautiful paintings Dan had ever seen. A woman leaned against her lover, who had one arm wrap around her. The couple was painted with a variety of  blue shades, but in the man’s free hand lay something crimson. Elizabeth started to try to guess what it was right away.

“It could be blood, bloods red. Or maybe it’s a red flower…”

Dan’s heart was filled with longing at the sight of the painting. It had made him feel for Elizabeth now, double what he had felt for her in the past. He slide his arm down his side and went to grab hers.

As soon as Dan barely grasped Elizabeth’s hand, she leap away.

“What do you think you are doing Daniel? What did you bring me here for?”

“We were here for the art…” He started.

Elizabeth held up her hand. “Save it. You know I am a woman of business, Daniel, and you had best not interfere with that. I am not well with feelings or of art, so I recommend we both put this behind us.”

“But… Elizabeth…”

“Its Ms. Liğet to you. Its time for both of us to be on our way, good day Daniel.” She turned and walked off.

Dan felt his heart crash, and he turned back to the beautiful painting.

He realized that in the man’s hand was a broken heart.