Dating William Turpin. Not what you expected at all. Yes, you knew he was gonna be rough and pompous so on. But you didn't know it would be without even a split second of gentlesness. Of course, this relationship was secret, for the sake of Johanna.

Monday morning, 7.34 AM, December 16th 1982. It's a cold snowy weather outside, the bushes and houses are covered in a thick pile of snow, the water buckets outside are now buckets of ice. Even though this all did cost quite the trouble and problems. You loved this time of year no matter what. So you couldn't care less.

You were laying in William's bed after a, let's say, rough night. As always he already left before you woke up to go to Johanna. You were lost in thought when suddenly William entered the room.

William hung his coat on the like stand with a sigh. Taking off his tie and hanging it over the desk chair. He didn't even say a 'good morning', or at least a polite 'hey'