She paced the vast living room which consisted of only a large brown love sofa and a 32 inches flat screen that was at the corner of the wall.

Glancing at where she was now, she noticed how frigid and void the room was.

Without the dark painting, it still was cold.

Everything around him depicted his stiff personality. She reckoned that was he always had been and would be. Even the night they had met, if she wasn't too drunk, she'd have noticed the kind of man he was- a ...