Dark strands of hair swirled around my head as I turned, my arms snaking through the sheets to reach their targets. The space next to me was cold. He was on call at the hospital, after all, it shouldn't have been a surprise that he left. As I have done so often. A deft finger swiped across the iPhone to check the time and search for insurance. Sis's flight was canceled and asked for Matty. I went to bring him back. I love you. Well, I wasn't going to complain about getting extra hours of sleep without having to listen to my potential nephew cry all night. It was all new, living with a man all the time. Fitting into something that vaguely resembled a family. The red sun was still emerging from its sleep, the sky was streaked with violent shades of orange and purple. A silly flagpole rose from the opposite patriot house, reaching high, like a dagger releasing blood from the sky. Blood flooded the rustling bushes, my beloved Maserati, and… the person standing outside my window. I blinked. Pleated. Sure enough, a figure held his nose pressed against the window, his breath fogged over the window to hide his face. For a split second, I considered rushing into the office for safety. But such an action could surely only arouse suspicion. The light came on and my neighbor responded obediently by casually sweeping the window. Tall, not dark and handsome, I had seen him walking several times, but I had never spoken. It's accompanied by a casual smirk and wickedly wandering eyes. I wrapped a dressing gown tightly as I opened the window latch, inhaling the scent of fresh mint that emanated from it. “I think you may have left your radio on upstairs.” The blond scratched his nose absently. "I am... middle of paper... a matter of seconds. With no source of squirt, and yet body warm, a single question screamed furiously in my mind. How long has it been? I didn't know this man .Whether he was friend or foe would matter little if the cycle had started again. A flash of metal protruded from the ribs. My arms still shook as they struggled to wrench the knife away. muffled noises made me sick as he managed to draw it The ghosts of vendettas lingered in my racing mind My fingers trembled as they twisted the handle, inspecting the unmistakable familiar carvings. The adrenaline was slowly fading. I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of fear. The phone vibrated in the man's pants pocket. I paused the Vivaldi soundtrack, even though I didn't need to. to read the message to find out what he would say. Regards, M. And the lights went out..