Fiona, was feeling cold, cool breeze was going through her by touching the skin.
"Who is this?"
A faint voice came from inside the house.
"Its me, Fiona Mr. Peterson. Can you please let me come in." Fiona replied.
He immediately opened the door and let Fiona came inside.
"What are you doing here, in such a cold evening?" Mr. Peterson asked Fiona. He was looking at her blue bag filled with clothes. It's zip was not closed properly.
Fiona replied with a blue face, "I have left the house of my parents. Can I live here now?"
"Sure my child" Peterson replied politely.
It was the coffee smell, that has kinda soaked the house into it. Peterson let Fiona sit on his one of old arm chair that was placed, near his fire place. He left. There were Smith's photos all around his living room. Fiona was looking at them like a predator is looking at his prey. Peterson came back after a while with some coffee and cookies. He served it to Fiona and sit on the arm chair next to her.
"Why did you leave that house?" He asked.
"Do you want to remove such feelings, thoughts, sounds and smells, that are keeping you alive, by your self?" She replied.
"No."
Fiona smiled and said "That is why, I left. Do you have any problem by keeping me here?
"No, you are my daughter. This is your house as I have wrote in the papers already" Peterson said in a polite manner. He continued,
"I am glad, you came back."
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A promise
RomanceFiona was a full of life. She always knew what she wanted. She find Smith, loved him happily. Her personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him too, that made some heightened sensitivity to the...
