Vincent and Eve's room was warm enough to fade the questions Eve had on her mind when they stepped inside the room. She couldn't help but sit in front of the fireplace and on the floor, her hands stretched forward as her palms heated up.
The walls of the room were bluish-grey. The many candles stand in the room, creating light, while shadows followed the light.
Vincent sat on the edge of the bed, untying the lace of his shoes and watching Eve in front of the fireplace. It was good to have her this close to him, to have her for this and every other life that was there to come. She appeared to be at peace, and he could sense her emotions through the bond he had left on her.
Once he removed his shoes, he removed his coat, while making his way to where Eve was, he draped his coat around her shoulders to give her that extra warmth her body needed. She smiled, turning and looking at him, who stood next to her. She raised her hand towards him and asked,
