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Ryan’s POV

It is getting colder and darker. leaves are falling from the trees. There is a chill in the air overnight, frost on the ground in the morning, mist and fog in the air. Dry, dead leaves crunch beneath my feet and clouds appear when I breathe out. There is still a lingering warmth but always a constant reminder of the cold to come.

Removing the brown overcoat I kept it on the couch feeling my breathing turning into blurry dogs as I walked towards the kitchen. As usual, no one was there. No one is here except me.

It’s one of my penthouses in Germany, even my mother doesn’t know about it because I never told her. This place is for me, to spend my loneliness and find my solace here. Though i rarely come here, but yet i’ve this place for myself. Where i can hide, from the rest of the world or should i say from her ?

Pouring a glass of water for myself I walked out of the kitchen, gazing around feeling the intense silence present there. Sipping the water, slowly feeling it trav