With fierce, quick steps, he walked through the street. Along her house, along her garden, along her garage. He made sure not to show any emotion, in case she was watching him. In reality, his heart trembled each time he passed her house. He had imagined how it might become their home someday. Someday they might live together. Happy, in love. Currently though, all he felt towards her was shame. Shame for making her mad, making her feel insecure. She interpreted his signs of safety and comfort as sings of invasion. Had he done something wrong?