Germany

I roamed around the dark hallways of the house until my feet found its destination...

Nicky's room. I'm standing right in front of her door.

I slowly turned the door lock and opened it.

Amidst the darkness of the room... I can see an outline of a figure lying on the bed. A figure of a woman I long to touch at night.

Due to the rush of warm feeling inside me, I looked around the room. I stepped my feet into Nicky's room.

Her room was small. I purposely let her use the smallest room because I know Nicky is used to luxurious rooms. Her discomfort is what I want. Because I want to give back.

But I was surprised that I didn't hear a single complaint from him. Sometimes I even saw him sleeping on the floor as if he was more comfortable lying there than a soft bed.

That's when I started to wonder who the real Nicky was. Which to this day still amazes me.

Just like Nicky... the room is simple. He didn't even bother to put up decorations or anything. I just saw two picture frames resting on th