C H A N G E S and hope are dangerous things.

She had both of them, which is bothersome.

"Sleep with me tonight". She said, in a very soft whisper

She has to agree her heart was beating rather too loud that she can hear its every rhythm to her ears. She had never felt nervous in her life. She has had fears, depression and more to feel nervous was new.

It's almost her inner self is coming out from somewhere.

He looks at her in shock. Even when he is thrilled to be beside her as he has always thought and prayed for it, he wasn't expecting it this soon. But then, he looks into her eyes, which were cold or distant like he always finds them there was something different and precious in them.

She had light in her. She was alive again.

Without any questioning, he takes slow steps towards her, not wanting to scare her from his over-enthusiasm. He watches how she looks at him with a frown and the anxiety visible on her face as if he will turn into a monster any moment.

Once he reaches the bed, he gently picks the duvet, sliding beside her watching how she still remain in her own daze. She stays frozen in her side for a minute or two. After that, she finally laid down with a distance.

No matter how much he tries to reach her, he always meets with dead ends. He wonders what has hurt her so much to kill her soul?

What was the pain that she carries around her?

"What's your favourite food?" She asked, turning towards his side curiously

This man was a mystery she was trying to solve. This must be the only mystery she cannot solve. She is good at her work, but he seems just too covered.

Perhaps pure instead while she remains the complete opposite.

He couldn't help the fact that she is interested in him. He could feel his heart beating at the way she looks at him, and it isn't the look for her trying to find the monster in him.

It is her trying to find her light.

She has felt many emotions, but these are some of the newest additions to her collection. All of her other emotions remain dark and cold. This brings her a warm feeling from inside, which is almost scary.

He turns to her side, looking into her beautiful eyes, "I love everything".

"No one loves everything. Everyone has a favourite".

Even though she hadn't tasted much food in her life, she can still tell she hates milk from them, yet he manages to make her drink it.

He chuckles lightly, and she likes that sound, "I don't know. I am not picky with food. Mom was always busy with so much to handle that I stopped my whining for such petty things".

"Tell me more".

"Well, I was the youngest, so I was loved by the three ladies in the house. My mother was the strongest woman who stood against the world for us".

"You never loved someone?"

"If I did, I don't think I would have found you". He smiles, wanting to be close to her, "I am glad I never loved anyone before".

"Why?"

"Because I wanted my heart to belong to someone precious. I have found someone I can hand my heart to now". He replied, closing his eyes, "I wish you can trust me enough too".

She watches him going to sleep in a minute, sleeping so soundly with the care of the world.

"I trust you enough".

She closes her eyes entering into her haunting night.

He heard the shifting and turning around him, and it didn't take him a second to know who it is from, just this time, he is too close to her. He opens his eyes immediately, cradling her in his arms as he speaks to her even though she hears no words of his, but he knows she calm down this way.

He doesn't like her in this state. She is always in pain, and he doesn't like it.

How can someone put so much pain on a person?

She sleeps soundly after her waddling in his arms for a minute, and he knows she is trying her best to live. That she is trying her best to have a life of her own. But the world is too cruel to allow her that.

He looks down at her face, which looks so delicate and pure that he wants to hide her away from this world to a place where it was just them and no one else. Maybe it was early for such strong feelings, but feelings don't take time to develop- they take time only to be even stronger. The feelings are an automatic and natural response to someone, and no one has power over them.

They do have the power to control the rights and wrongs of those feelings. There can be many rights and wrongs.

But she was his wife, and he can have as many feelings as he wishes to have. However, she seems to attract people to her like a magnet, he remembers the men from tonight and how he had thought to kill them.

He can swear he had never seen anyone ever attracting so much attention to them just by simply being them.

Then again, it isn't about the way one looks or what they do, it's all about the other people desires that they feed every day with forbidden wishes.

He sighs, closing his eyes, praying to bring her heart a little joy that he can witness once in his life.

Because his heart was unknowingly connected to hers.

The next day, he walks downstairs to find his mother and wife both cooking, and she was smiling from time to time as his mother instructed her on the food she is cooking. He chooses to enter to help the ladies, not wanting them to work on the food all by themselves when he is capable enough to help them.

His mother left in a few minutes of his arrival with her breakfast that she will have in her room. His wife seems too busy cutting the vegetables delicately.

He moves to wrap his arms around her, and he has no idea what possesses him to do it because he wouldn't have done it if he had a sane mind.

The next minute he finds her throwing flour right on his face and hair. He gasps, looking at her in shock. But hearing her laughter a moment later dissolved all the previous emotions.

He couldn't even believe his own ear hearing such a beautiful and lush sound he had ever heard. Her eyes seem to be close as she laughs at her heart, and the sound surrounds him in such a warm manner that he cannot even believe himself hearing it.

That one sound and the pure look of her beautiful face in this precious moment he knows he will give his life for her.

"That's it".

He throws a handful of flour at her.

That's how the breakfast was long forgotten as they indulge in their pure fight of laughter and joy. In their own world, where no pain ever reached them, and they were just two lovers in their built happiness.

But how long does a fantasy lasts?

Few days, month or a year.

Because they lasted approximately five months from the day of their small date.

He sits in his house with his friend Laith who is very busy for these past six-seven months focusing solely on a case. He has to agree that all he can think of, even now, is that she is somewhere in the house by herself, and he wants to be near her.

He heard her delicate footsteps coming closer, and his heart immediately starts to beat in the rhythm, it does for her.

The pure bliss he had felt for her only made him love her more.

"I found this information on that man". Laith said forwarding, the picture of a man

The moment his eyes found the picture is the moment she comes to stand beside him. He recognises the man with one look in the man's eyes, which seem to hold the deadliest cold of the world.

"Why are you looking at my ex-husband's brother?" His wife said, stopping the world for once and for all