The apartment is breathtaking. It is the literal dream of an apartment in my eyes. High ceilings, so many window fronts that gives you an amazing view over the city. It's a two-story apartment so the living area and the kitchen are the first thing you see when you come into it.

Everything is either white or black. Modern. And even tho he lives alone the whole room is decorated so beautiful. If this would be my apartment I wouldn't change a single thing.

"This place is amazing, Keenan." He walks over into the kitchen and opens a cabinet but looks at me first. "Thanks... what would you like to drink?" He asks me. "Uh. I guess just a water would be fine."

Keenan looks over to me once again and raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" "I am. Thank you." He nods and then opens another cabinet instead of the other one to get two glasses and a jug out of it, fills it with water and gets into the living area.

Keenan puts the things down, taps the spot next to him on the sofa, waiting for me to sit. The sofa is just as comfortable as it looked. "So.. tell me something about you."

Is there even something to talk about me? "I don't really think that my life or I am really interesting in general to be honest. There's not much to know about me." Keenan looks at me. But I don't feel uncomfortable as he musters everything he can see of me.

"I think that there's much to know about every person. Especially you seem like an interesting one." I am blushing. It's been a long time since that happened the last time.

"That's the psychologist talking out of you." I mutter mostly to myself. "Well there has to be at least one thing I'm good at."

I know another thing he's very good at...

But I don't really think we're talking about the physical abilities of him right now.

"Then ask me what you want to know." I say as I place my glass to my lips and take a sip of the water. "What do you do outside of school. What makes you happy?"

I was surprised that he would ask me thing like this? I just thought that he was only interested in my body. But he seems to have the intention of wanting to get to know me as a person too. "Study. My family and reading..."

"You read? What kind of books?" Keenan makes the same movement that I did just moments ago by drinking a sip and keeping his glass on his thigh, waiting for my response.

"It probably sounds stupid but I always read these schmaltzy romances that always have a happy ending- I read them to feel like I could have a happy ending once too just like they are written in books. It kind of makes me forget that all of this never happens in real life and that this kind of romance died a long, long time ago in the society we live in nowerdays."

He doesn't say something for some time. Did this scare him away? "Do you believe in love?" He asks all of the sudden.

Do I believe in love?

"I actually don't know if I do. On one hand, if I take my parents as an example I do believe in love. My father cheated on my mother when she was pregnant with me and I have never seen them not being unconditionally in love and adoring each other. They made it out of the downs and only had ups in their marriage ever since. But on the other hand... this happened over twenty years ago.

The personalities of the humans have changed. The way how people feel and the fact that we can't see our own mistakes makes me think that love can't survive in a world like this. So I think that this is a question I can't answer until I've found the person that truly makes me believe in it."

And he's quiet again... "I'm sorry. I talk too much as soon as my feelings overwhelm me with a theme that I am interested in." I state.

"But that's exactly what will make you an excellent therapist one day, Gianna. You are passionate about the things you talk about. I could listen to this for hours." He says. I clear my throat and get my legs onto the sofa to put my knees in front of my chest.

"Do you believe in love?" I ask him. His answer is fast and simple. "No. I don't think love exists. At least not anymore nowadays. I think that some people force themselves to love. Mostly because they're scare of being alone or just because they can say that they met someone they love even if they don't."

I wonder if he has ever loved someone. But I won't ask him that. I just nod because he makes sense. He suddenly gets up from the sofa and stretches his hand out for me to take it. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"I want to show you something." He leads me past the kitchen into a hallway where one door is on the left and on the right. He opens the right one. I can't quite realize what he is showing me right now.

He has a whole library in his apartment. "Oh my god." He walks me further into the room and lets me look at the books. This man awakes my interests for him even more after this.

Those are romance books. Mostly books I've also read. He comes close to me from behind me. "Not all of them have a happy ending I'll have to warn you... but you can borrow whatever book you want. But first I would like to show you another thing in my bedroom..." he whispers into my ear before starting to kiss the spot behind my it.

"Oh yeah?" I ask. "Oh yeah." Is his answer as he picks me up and carries me up into his bedroom.

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She passed out some time ago after a pretty long night. It's four in the morning now and I took the time to look at her a little closer.

I got to know her a little better yesterday by talking. But right now I try to take in every new detail I can find of her on the outside. Wondering how I've never noticed the tattoo on her left wrist with a rose next to the butterfly.

How I've never noticed small scars all over her thighs. They are very small but you can't not see them anymore as soon as you noticed them the first time.

These are also not scars from an accident or other things. These are self harm scars...

What do you have to hide, bellissima?

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They don't believe in love?? Pffff

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