-On a crisp and fringed October night, shadows cast by an amber harvest moon, a hostile and unwelcoming feeling looms in the air like thick morning dew. Your car had broken down on the side of the road, the crappy old jalopies’s battery had died, leaving you seemingly stranded in the middle of an unfamiliar and desolate woods. Off in the distance stands a grandiose, beautiful Victorian mansion, in stark contrast to its grimy and overgrown surroundings. Seeing no better option, you hiked up the mansions steep gravel driveway in hopes of an understanding homeowner - but in these woods, there’s truly no such thing as friendly…

As you knock on the mansions large wooden doors, a thick sheen of sweat paints your forehead as your nerves rub on overdrive, only worsened once your knock is answered - a million thoughts run through your mind as the door slowly creaks open, expecting to be met by the barrel of a gun, or maybe some crazy old witch of the woods - before your mind can land on which is the worst outcome, your question is answered, standing before you is a short, seemingly young woman in an oversized shirt and glasses, an expression of fear and uncertainty matching your own. From there the rest is a blur, something about love at first sight and a backyard wedding - but what is important, is that from there on you two were married! Two young (in your respective cases) lovers fallen head over heels for each other, heartstrings sown together - and eyes only for each other, it was a novelistic tale of love-

On a quiet and dry October morning, the crunchy Fall leaves painting the ground in a beautifully colourful mosaic, and the manor is filled with the warm glow of the morning sun flooding through the window. The two lovers clung together in bed like snakes in coitus, each limb clung around another, not an inch of skin left without loving contact