Unhappiness she will never examine or admit she has. Strange. It seems that everyone living beneath the roof of this chateau is unhappy with their lif... in one way or another. I wonder ... was this place always this way? When I first came here with my Papa, did the shadow of despair hang over this place? I do not remember it being here, so when did it first appear? Oh, yes! Of course, how foolish of me, this place never recovered from the losses the Comte suffered! The chateau became a morose. Thrashing for faster darts across the flat surface areas. The inevitable in haste is a waste. The Horse of the leader faltered. The crash into the glass surfaced flooring shattered in a ringing sound of breakage. The slice across horse flesh was devastating while the villain rode on the horses side like a sleigh till its downward slide came to a deadly end for the horse. The man darted across the glass a foot with out missing a beat. The glass raised higher and higher to an almost climb. Each. .“Excuse me.. look actually I’m very much in hurry as I have forgotten my cell at home and I am hoping to receive an important business call. Can you please drop me at my place if you don’t mind.. Its just 1.5-2 kms away from here” I thought to myself.. As it is I don’t have any work for now as I had missed the interview. Also the lady is talking about business call.. might be she can help me in a good job. I said.. ” Ok.. No problem aunty. I will drop you” On this she smiled at me and said ”. "I'm not upset, I just don't know if you missed me," he shrugs, and I pull his face back down to kiss him again. He breathes in heavily, kissing me back, his hands crushing me to him. "Of course I missed you," I breath into his mouth, and our kissing slows. "I'm really glad you don't like my friends," Ethan says, and I know he means in any way more than platonic friendship. Hearing him say these words aloud seals my enjoyment, and I respond in a way to sum up how I feel. "The only attention.