THE PROFOUND VISIT

A knock on the door interrupted her and brought her back from her imaginary world.Phoebe’s heart beat fast and as she moved towards the door the hand which she used to open, had the shake. She inhaled sharply before she was able to open it.

That is the man they remember: standing in front of the camera, looking quite relaxed in jeans and light jacket with an overnight bag hooked over one shoulder. He smiled brightly with his two sharp eyes which were full of the same kind nature that she had always appreciated in him.

“Hi, Phoebe,” Christian said to her, his voice was gentle but there was an undertone of affection in it.

‘Hello there’ Pheobe said to Christian and opened the door as wider as possible to allow him in. "Come on in."

And as he walked into the apartment, the smell of his familiar cologne reached her nose, The kind of smell that remind one of happiness and vanished age of innocence. Christian placed his bag beside the door and then looked at her squarely in the eye, he