Shelly thought for another moment, before turning to face him. She almost brushed against his face lightly. “Yes.” She simply said. She wanted to feel that life again. The one she hoped to have, before she lost her mother. She had the sudden feeling that only he will be able to give her that. A noise shattered her thoughts. It came from the kitchen; it was the noise of a broken glass. “Looks like your compulsion, fade off!” She taunted, pointing the angry arguments.