its getting cold day by day, the wind getting more crispy, the days getting shorter, the fog escaping with every breath exhaled, arms hugging themselves in the effort of keeping themselves warm. It was getting hard to breath day by day and the cold around reminded him of his ownself which he desperatly wanted to forget.

sitting on an ottoman chair in front of a fireplace, with a comfortor wrapped around him, with a mug of coffee sitting on his side table which remained untouched for about an hour now. Eyes closed, deep in thought, thinking about what he has done uptil now, picturing every memory over and over again.

He was cold hearted they said, he was cruel, he was a selfish bastard some declaired right to his face, but what to say he was all that,and he was proud of it, coz he knew they cant do a thing besides talking, coz he had it all, money , power , respect which he comanded without a glance and most important of all fear, they were afraid of him coz he had it all.

But this was the first time he thought he lacked something, something deep inside kept telling him that it was not ok to be what he become into through these years.

He was the only heir of JUNG Corp. the owners of half of the hotel chains, resorts, construction firms, automobile industries, oil wells around the world. Spending millions at a time was like brushing dust of off their hands. And the only inheritor put all his efforts in doing so.Money was flowing but so wasthe power, single word was enough to shut mega corporations down, people were thrown down to the streets with sinlge decision. There was no reason behin doing so, it was simply because he enjoyed it, seeing people miserable, seeing them broke, seeing their pleading eyes when everything has been snatched away from them, yes he was that spoilt , being the only child had its own perks.His parents never questioned him, they were happy as long as he was, they knew he was wrong sometimes actually plenty of times but the love they had towards him always happened to blind thier rationality.He wanted to have this car, ther he has it, he wanted to shut this corp down simply because a kids face at school annoyed him, owned it, there its done, they never said no.

Being that spoilt people actually thought that he would be the worst when it came to responsibilities,work , school but it was hard for them to digest when they knew that he was straight A student, it was not like he enjoyed studying, it was simply because he wanted to keep his reputation up in whatever field he entered.

Women was a total different world for him , he had met many, young ,beautiful, some beyond gorgeous, throwing themselves at him , only wanting him for what he has not for waht he was. It annoyed him to his core, so he treated them the same way.  He took what they had to offer and after that tossed them away like trash.The playboy he was his friend once told him that,'a woman never forgives and she never forgets'. The words felt funny to him considering he has done nothing wrong , as he gave them what they deserved so they had no right to get mad at him.

But now the exact word mad sense to him, they kept ringing in his mind constantly. What if? waht if his friend was right? what if she never forgives him? what if she never comes back? these thoughts shook him up to his core, and when he was too tired to think about it anymore, he dozed off on his ottoman chair leaving clear traces of tears on his cheeks.