After they had dinner, they retired to the living room. Chris sat on one end of the large couch, while Stephanie sat curled up on the other side. They sat opposite one another in silence for a few minutes.

Chris finally broke the silence, "So, maybe we should get to know each other a little better?"

"Ok, that sounds fine."

"So, for starters, what's your last name?" he asked, smirking.

"McMahon-Helmsley, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley."

"Great name, any reason you did the hyphen?"

"I don't know, it sounded better than Stephanie Helmsley."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm originally from Connecticut. My family still lives there, where are you from?"

"Canada. Winnipeg, Manitoba."

"Cool, is Canada nice? I've never been."

"Yeah, it's beautiful country up there, I was supposed to live there with..." Chris's voice faded as he thought about Jessica. He realized he hadn't thought about her all day. That was odd.

"Your lady love I presume," she answered for him.

"Yeah."

"Want to tell me about her?"

"You probably don't want to hear."

"Of course I do, it's only fair that I hear about your broken heart, because I'm sure I'll tell you all about mine."

"I guess," he snickered.

"So go on, tell me all about her."

"Her name is Jessica. I met her at a party one of my friends was having. It was like love at first sight, and I don't even believe in that. It was just like I knew that I was meant to be with her. She was simply spectacular in every way. And we just seemed to click, you know, it was like we had known each other forever."

"I know what you mean, the same thing happened with Hunter and I. I met him through a friend, it was like a blind date. But I just knew from the moment that I saw him that this was the guy I was going to marry."

"Yeah, so you know what I mean. Usually people don't believe me when I say that we just clicked. I like to think we had a great relationship. I mean, we had a future, we talked about marriage, and where we would live, and how many kids we wanted. It was great."

"What happened?"

"She slept with someone else. One day she started drifting away, and away. And then one day, she just dropped it all in my lap, she had slept with someone else. And I have absolutely no idea why."

"She didn't explain?"

"She never had the chance. I stood there, not knowing how to react. I mean, how do you respond when the love of your life, the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with tells you they cheated on you?"

"It must've killed you," she said quietly.

"It did, but it was the time afterwards that literally ripped my heart to shreds. I thought about it, and I knew that I couldn't let her go. No matter what she had done, I needed her in my life. I looked up ready to forgive her, ready to tell her we could make it through, and she was gone."

"Where did she go?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. She disappeared. I searched for eight months, and couldn't find her. I searched all over the country, even overseas, but she's gone. That's why I'm here. I couldn't live in our house. And we had always dreamed of living in Canada, so I moved here because it was the complete opposite."

"I'm so sorry. You must be heart broken."

"I guess you can call it that. I guess I just feel...empty without her. That I don't really have a purpose."

"Well, she's still out there, that has to count for something. You can still find her one day."

"Yeah, I think that's why I still get up in the morning, one day I hope she'll come back. That she'll find me and say that she wants me back. I never even got to tell her that I forgave her."

"I'm sure you'll find her one day. When you least expect it there she'll be."

"Yeah, I hope so. Now what about you, what's your sorry story?"

"Well, my husband's name was Hunter. He was a great guy, treated me well. He came from a good family, which definitely pleased my parents, not that they really, truly cared, but I knew that they wanted me to be with someone of good standing. Hunter was all those things rolled into one. I was so lucky to have him in my life. We dated for about a year and a half before we got married. We traveled a lot because of my job in photography, but we called New Hampshire home."

"How long were you two married?"

"Eleven months."

"Oh, you guys were still newly weds," he said, sympathetically.

"Yeah, it was like one day, I was on top of the world. I had a great job, wonderful house, and the most perfect man was married to me. Then the next it was like that all shattered. Hunter was the glue that held it all together for me."

"And you said he died a year and a half ago right?"

"Yeah. I just can't seem to find my place in life anymore. For the longest time, my family thought that I was going to kill myself without him, but I knew that Hunter wouldn't have wanted that. So I packed up all my things, and just left. Not knowing where I was going, not really caring. And then I ended up here."

"So your husband died in a car accident?" Chris asked, remembering what she had said earlier.

"Yes. He was driving home from work one day, and he got hit by a drunk driver. He was killed instantly," she said sadly.

"You must've been devastated."

"I could barely handle the funeral, I had to be restrained half the time."

They sat in silence for a few moments, just thinking about how their lives had turned out. They had both lost those close to them, both had lost their loves, although the circumstances were different, the outcome was the same. They were alone.

"So, I guess we're just a couple of unlucky people huh?" he said.

"We must be."

They talked until the sun came up.