The Television flickered softly in the corner, making light dance accross the room. It seemed as if every corner, ever nook of the room was affected by that ghostly radiance, changing the otherwise innocuous looking room into a dark, forboding place where only a certain sort would want to frequent.

They seemed so small in the far corner of that large empty room. Tucked away and barely noticeable, crouched up against the wall, sitting huddled on the floor as if they were hiding; trying to get away from the television’s forbidding rays. They sat quietly, with her huddled in his arms and only the sound of her low sobbing filling the room, making the effect of the television all the more ominous without the sound one might expect from it. The shadow cast by the two of them sitting there in the light of the television was long and narrow, runing accross the floor until it met the far wall, some fifteen feet away, and then shooting halfway up the wall, so that they could easily see each other’s actions in the waiflike shadow if they so chose.

He felt so small in that room. It was his apartment, and he was used to it, but he usually had lights on. He usually felt in control of his apartment. Today, here with her, the room felt huge. Every corner was drenched in darkness, making the boundaries of the room that much more blurry and the room seem that much larger. He looked around at everything, at the darkness, at the menacing shadows all around, and at her. He felt so odd with her. He felt so confused, and did not know what to do.

She had finished sobbing now, and slowly looked up. The room was deadly quiet now,

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