Cold house

— “It's a bit cold in here.” He said once he entered the house, shivering a bit.

— “Yes, I'm sorry. I hope you may manage to feel comfortable if you really want to stay.” She said trying to sound sharp.

— “I'll be fine, but don't you have a heating? Usually places as cold as this have one.” He asked.

— “It's broken. The repairer has gone and I am very fond of my heating and repairer, so I learnt to live in with this weather inside. Anyways I have tons of sheet and heavy sweaters here. I hope you've brought your own, sadly I'm very sensitive to cold and if I dare myself to be without any of them; I may get sick and I don't really like doctors so I can end up dying. Still if it's too cold for you and you haven't brought any sweater you can still leave, don't worry.” She said doing all in her hands to push him away.

— “Well... I guess I'll have to go now then. I may not be as sensitive to cold as you but this place feels like the North Pole!” He said smiling and she felt relieved to know she won't have to put all her guards up, even if to be honest it was a bit disappointing to see how easily he gave up.

— “Okay, then.” She said smiling and walked him to the door.
They said goodbye to each other and she sat down on the long white couch calmly, to look at her cold and safe house, the only place in the world where she seem to be secure from any harm. 

She fell asleep thinking about how lucky she was; she never told him about the bedrooms... they were all different, but he'll never know because he left and she wasn't going to ask anyone to stay. No one would ever understand what the disappearance of her repairer meant to her, no one will ever understand what that broken heating was for her.

As sad as it may sound, that coldness used to remind her what happened was real, the pain was a clear sign of its authenticity; and she wasn't trying to turn it down nor cut it up. Whether people who wanted to stay managed to handle such circumstances, or may leave from the same door they came in, because she wasn't going to make it bearable for anyone; considering how unbearable it was at the end for her, if they leave after staying for a long while, like if she means nothing for them.

The next day in the morning someone rang the door, she walked out to the garden and reached the principal door; it was a bit weird since visitors used to come in the afternoon only and for a little while, not in the early morning or the late night. 

— “Good mor...” She said and couldn't finish her sentence as she got in shocked for what she saw.

— “I just went for my own sweater and sheets! So, what's my place in this beautiful but cold home?” He asked while fixing his eyes in hers, letting her know she wouldn't get rid of him as easily as she thought.