Seth sat in his office looking at the distal minaret of the city through the window. Of course, the loneliness that has started since when Phoebe walked out of his life, it took months for him to experience the emptiness she left. However, in the intervals between business bustle and economic operations that his company presupposes, Seth comprehended that he has changed. He had always considered himself as a man of great mannerism and that he could never lose his cool even when things were going wrong. But it was the leaving of Phoebe that really left him destabilized. The heartbreak,the regret, the aching longing for phoebe all of it had struck him as harder than anything he could raise upon himself. He had many occasions where he lay awake at night worrying about the mistakes he made, the ways he discharged her, and the love he had wasted. Seth struggled to change his view but as the week become months he was able to view things from a different perspective. He began to realize

Phoebe relaxed on her couch, the day did not seem to be so bright as it was in the morning and the curtains were rather thin. The house, or what was left of it, was very silent and seemed to be abandoned compared to the lively life that the young girl had enjoyed together with Seth. For a moment she looked round as if she still could not fully reconcile herself to the situation. The walls had no pictures, the furniture was quite scanty, but it was her own. Her phone rang on the coffee table making her sit up with a start. The screen illuminated in Christian’s name. For some time, Phoebe looked at it, then after a second’s thinking, she picked the call.There was a flutter in her chest as she replied. ‘Hello Christian,’ she attempted to be friendly with him although her heart was really racing. “Phoebe, hi,” Christian’s voice was a cheerful welcome into the room. “I just wanted to really hear from you, it’s been a while, or am I catching you at a bad time.” ‘No, not at all,’ she

Phoebe was trying to enjoy her glass of wine on the comfortable sofa in her apartment. Due to this, there were low rates of illumination, which only presented an amber hue to the room and there was the feeling that everyone was together in a small room. It was a harmless evening;Though she had not intended to get so intoxicated, the conversation between them had been engaging and, as they continued to talk, they had opened another bottle of wine, and then a third.Christian sat across from her, and positioned himself comfortably, with his arms rested behind the chair, while his gaze remained fixated on her face. He appeared to be calm, the strict formalism typical of him slightly blurred by the drink. It was Phoebe’s first encounter with his hair, a dark wavy hair which had qualities of a mop with this difference: some of it had fallen over his face especially his eyes, making him look like a schoolboy, a boy with a charm that made her feel something deep in within her she did not kn

Phoebe woke up to the sound of the city early morning silence, still drowned by traffic noise: the world outside went on as always and as still Phoebe found herself imprisoned in limbo. Her head felt just a little sore as the result of the wine Christian had offered her the previous night. She yawned, turned over on her side, her glance flickering at the dim light that came in round the cotton curtains. The facts that she was recreating in her mind from the previous evening were too sharp, and that only made her feel more confused. Christian had been polite, non-aggressive and tolerant all the time. But, as she came to the sitting position and pulled the bedding to cover her chest, she felt guilty. Regret as a result of not being able to reciprocate the warm, loving feelings Christian gave. Guilt for the part of her heart that had never forgotten Seth; that had never let him go. She got out of the bed and felt the floor with her bare feet, as it was wooden; she then proceeded to the

Seth looked at Christian and for once, his face could not be understood. “I am not here to mess up things I need to speak to my wife.”It was as if saying the word “wife” was a kind of sin, and seeing the word on paper hurt Phoebe’s eyes as well as her heart. It was so ironical that she had been struggling to let go of that title, and to avoid being typecast as a woman who was only known professionally as being married to Seth. But here he was, dragging her back into the very thing she was trying to escape from, into degradation, sin and death.“Perhaps they should be left alone,” Phoebe Augustine said to Christian Hardy. It was the last thing she wanted; she did not want this to turn into something else than what it had become.Christian tried to look away but his eyes met Seth’s, he thought for a minute then finally bobbed his head up and down. ‘I think that it’s better that two of you get some space,’ he stated unwelcomingly, but his tone betrayed him. He got up and hugged her and