Christian sat in the studio…lightly strumming on his guitar…this was his favorite place to be…it was quiet…sound proof actually…totally insulating him from the outside world…like a cocoon…he could stay in here all day…there were days and nights when he did stay here…alone with his music and his thoughts…those haunting thoughts that seemed to follow him wherever he went…no matter what he was doing…he had not had a good nights sleep since it happened…his body had gotten used to the insomnia…so… he spent most of his days and nights in his favorite place…everything he needed was right here…he could still write music…but he had a hard time finding the lyrics…he had been known for writing his own lyrics…other successful artists had used quite a few of his songs…but now…he just couldn't find the right words anymore…he loved his band members…but…at times…they could be a little too much to take…all the different personalities…opinions…all he wanted to do was play music…nothing else mattered anymore…music was his escape…the only thing that dulled the pain…because the pain never went away…not that he expect it to…it was his fault…he deserved to live with it…or was he really living at all.

Anastasia sat in her high rise office…studying design charts…color schemes…floor plan layouts…the list goes on…she has no intentions of going home anytime soon…this is the best time to work…the office is quiet…most people have left for home hours ago…so there are practically no interruptions…this is her escape…her hideaway from the world…its easier this way…her life wasn't always this way…she cant help but glance at the picture on her desk…they looked so happy there…God how she missed him…it seems like such a long time ago…but it had not been that long…13 months and 10 days to be exact…but everything was different now…she was different…it was better this way…less complicated…the pain was still there…it still felt fresh…raw…but...she had learned to live with it…she thought…or was she really living at all...