I've brought my first home, it's mine. This has been such an achievement.

Hi, my name's Amara and this is my story. It's been 6 months since my divorce, it's the first time I've lived on my own. My family live in the capital, I'm living near the countryside it's a small cozy home I brought and have 2 roommates who rent out the other rooms (another income is always a good thing). Tara and Sandy, they've been amazing support since they moved in and the house is not so quiet.

I'm walking home from work with Sandy in the snow. "Hey look over there, looks like someone's moving in" Sandy says pointing at the house before ours. There were luggages and a massive van with furniture. "Come, let's check it out", Sandy continued as she pulls me to the van. "Hang on you can't just go snooping through someone's stuff" I retort. "I'm not, I'm just making sure there's not a psycho moving in" She laughs as she tries to justify her actions.

While Sandy looks through the van, I keep a watch-out "What am I doing? This feels like a crime" I whisper to myself while trying to shake off the chill from the cold air.

"HEY!" A yell from the distance as I look towards the door a man comes out looking in my direction "Hey! What do you think you're doing!?"

I look towards Sandy "Sandy! Come out quick, quick" She hops off the van and grabs my arm. "What are you doing? RUN!"

For some reason we both start running, I'm panicking with fear, why are we running did she steal something. "Aaahh" We're both screaming as we hear the sound of boots crunching into the iced snow behind us. "Open the door, quick!" I yell as Sandy gets to the door before me. She tumbles with the keys and swings open the door. We both run in and BANG! I slam the door shut and fall to the floor.

We both sat in silence breathing hard and finally, break into silent laughter over what just happened. Not a minute later there's banging at the door. "Hey! Open the door I saw you go in." We both look at each other and hold our breath. The voice outside continues to boom "I'm not leaving until you open the door!" I get up and take a step away while Sandy takes a step forward opening the door bravely.

"Oh hi, how can I help you" She plays along. A broad blonde haired man with a rough stubble approaches her and whispers "I'd like what belongs to me, and I'll be on my way" He says as he reaches forward and grabs her wrist opening her palm, but her hands were empty.

I walk over and tug on Sandy's arm getting her out of his grasp "Erm excuse me, you can't just manhandle someone like that" He looks over at me "Oh really, then I'll just hand you over to the cops and they can deal with you"

"Damian!?...Dami-"

"Over hear Aaron" The blonde haired man shouted out while he continued to stare me down. From the distance the sounds of boots crunching through the snow grew harsher as the man yelling 'Damian' gracefully came closer. He was indeed a gorgeous looking man, even in the dark night I can tell his face was sculpted to perfection with his chiseled jawline, his broad shoulders and his.. (Oh my, I need to stop staring).

"Damian, where did you go? I was-"

"Not far Aaron, just saw these two thieves in our van and followed then over here to take back what's ours"

"Excuse me who's the thief?" Sandy snapped.

"You! and who?" Damian barked back.

I decided to do damage control and calm the situation. "Sandy hang on. Look, Damian - right? I think we got off on the wrong foot. No one stole anything, if you just give us some time to explain"

"Yeah explain it to the cops" He barked.

"You little sh-"

"Sandy! language" I cut her off. "Look how about you both come in and we can discuss this because it's getting really cold"

Before Damian could continue to berate me the man beside him, Aaron, I think his name was, said "That's a great idea, thanks" he took a step closer.

"Hang on Aaron, we can't just go in like that. They might be psychotic."

"Who you calling a psychotic?" Sandy lost it.

I pulled Sandy and nudged her to calm down. I whisper over her so they cant hear us at the door (as they have their own whispered conversation)

"Calm down Sandy, we need to make sure they don't call the cops. You didn't take anything, did you?"

"Course not"

"Okay, then let's put this to bed"

The guys wrap up there conversation and agree to come in. The blonde guy Damian went to lock up the van and the house. As Aaron had walked in, he stumbled in after the first step he took (for such a graceful man, each step looked calculated) and then he sat down. I couldn't help it but stare at him while Sandy went upstairs to change out of her formal work clothes. I couldn't leave a strange man in my living room, so, I waited. Not once did he even look at me and it made me feel out of place, but he was kind with his words unlike the other guy.

I brought him a glass of water and offered it to him, as he reached for the glass I realised the man who was in front of me... was blind.