He knew she would come, she always did. Crossing the black street beneath the moon, and entering the looming church from the back doors. His heartbeat mirrored her footsteps on the stairs, all the way up to the private chapel, perched high above the city. Tonight he would ask her to be his for always. His heart thumping, she opened the door. 'You've lit the candles, that's so sweet of you.' He approached her, his massive body looming over hers, blanketing her for a moment in shadow. He pulled her to him, his nose rubbing the warm and delicate cheek, and proposed, not knowing her words would echo in his stone mind during the day, and in his heart during the cold nights: 'I'm just not ready for that kind of relationship...'