A fireplace

The smoke and combustion gases up from a fire through the roof of Adam's house.

Being blanketed in a fake warm, he got up, looking through the attic's window, see the darkness outside, while having a cup of warm liquid.

In a glance, he saw an empty bench. A bench where all the good past started.

-Her smile was fictitious, her lips curved in a perfect shape, her perfect cheekbones are amazingly remarkable.

There is nothing but perfection. Her warm heart told Adam that nothing in this world could not be conquered-

Snowflakes dropped. Carols sang. Eve's not coming back. The bench is empty. No remarkable smile. No perfection. No Adam and Eve.