The sun was shining today through the windows, lighting up the place I called my home. Despite the brightness, it felt dark; gloomy. A few weeks past as the summer began, the weather became hotter each day. It was the perfect time to go outside and enjoy the summer air. Most days I could hear the children outside my window, playing with the sprinklers. Their giggles reached my ears, making me smile.And as their laughter continued until the late afternoon when they were called home, I couldn't help my thoughts. Wondering if I had had a child, would they have as much fun? And when the dreary thought came to my mind, I pushed it away. That was the past. But why couldn't I let it go?It didn't help that, along with my solemn thoughts, Kenny has continued to avoid me. He's even taking extra measures to pretend I didn't exist. And when we lay in bed, he would turn the other way. I tried not to show how hot I was, but often I did find myself leaving the room to go into the bathroom and cry

The smell of chemicals wafted through the air as I dipped my paint brush into the pallet. Collecting the acrylic color blue and lifting it to the canvas in front of me. I was fulfilling my promise to Nicolaus and painting in his ultra- lager apartment. Or what rich folks refers to as a penthouse suite. To say I was shocked when I arrived was an understatement.While we drove to his apartment which I've never seen before, he kept saying it was a regular space. But as I looked out the window and saw the buildings go from poor to middle class and finally the rich, I knew he was lying. Then when we arrived it took everything in me not to gape like a fish. His home was enormous for a "simple" apartment. I thought he was living in a mini, but not so mini house. It had everything. Such as his own gym, a large kitchen, a game room, and more. It was its own very bachelorette pad. However it made sense when he told me he was living with his best friend. Who conveniently was out of town.So we