"Having perfected our disguise, we then spend our lives searching for someone we don't fool." Robert Brault This is not a love story. this is a story about love. He saw her sitting on a chair alone. In a room that seemed all about her. Certain words came to mind: solitude, far, quiet and chaotic. He was not sure if he was describing the room. Or her. She never had love and as she grew up, she learned that it came at a price that she would never be willing to pay. He was raised to be the light of the house and he didn't know how to deal with the darkness that eventually came. Two completely different people. He wanted to save her. She wished he wasn't such a temptation. How will the story go? Coming soon.