The next day was a quiet one as Justin sat in the living room and looked out the
                                    window and saw how low the snow melted. It was a few inches below the window sill. And it looked like someone could walk through
                                    to find help. But the question was why he didn't want to. 
                                     
                                    He turned on the weather radio and tried to tune out the message that the snow will
                                    melt some more in the next three days. He changed the channel, until he found a radio station that played classic eighties
                                    tunes. A haunting rock song called `Voices Carry' echoed words he was feeling at that moment. 
                                     
                                    He took a deep sigh and got up and went to the bed room and stood in the doorway
                                    and watched Irish sleep. Her long dark brown hair covering her reddish-brown face. Her body stretched out trying to cover
                                    the entire bed.
                                    Justin walked over and sat down next to her brushing the hair from near her ear and
                                    spoke a warm gush of air into her lobe. "Irish, I know you are scared and so am I. But no matter what happens. You will always
                                    have a part of my heart." He kissed her softly on her forehead before getting up and going in the kitchen to get a glassof
                                    water and take some aspirin.
                                     
                                    Irish peaked from underneath her lashes and stared at the doorway. She blinked a
                                    few times before turning to face the wall and silently shed all the tears her eyes would allow.
~later that day~
                                    
Justin stretch as he saw the clock on the wall showed how long he watched the little part of the world outside. He
                                    started to worry that Irish hadn't gotten up yet. He walked back to check on her and saw her back facing him and the sound
                                    of her deep breathing. He sighed softly and went to the bathroom and changed the dressing on his wounds and the band-aids
                                    that needed it also. Once he was finished, he decided to go to bed . It was too quiet and dull. 
                                     
                                    He was going wake up Irish and ask her to keep him company again, but after yesterday's flash she became distant and
                                    silent. He slid in bed next to her and slid an arm around her waist , pulling her limp body to his. He laid there letting
                                    her soft snoring lulling him to sleep.