It was Christmas Eve the night Erin and Sean moved into the apartment in the Rosemont Building on Railway Terrace. They'd met at a party only three month's earlier through a mutual friend who predicted they'd be slow dancing by midnight and living together by New Year's Eve. Sean was an art school drop-out with wild raven hair that made him look like a cross between a young Robert Smith from the Cure and a Japanese Anime character. He had a lazy, effortless style, oversized grey sweatshirts worn with baggy indigo denim jeans, half-tucked into paint splattered boots which he scuffed and stomped around in like a moody teenager. Erin was definitely Sean's type, a tall icy blonde of Danish descent with a 60's vibe borrowed mostly from Edie Sedgwick. After the party Erin went home with Sean and never left, which irritated Sean's housemates who felt she was living there rent-free. Suffice to say, this living arrangement didn't last long, so Erin and Sean soon found themselves three month's... read more
