Read Part 1 of the story here by theRummaker .

He was sure he had locked it and that he had the only key. He never let anyone in the house in his absence, ’cause he never liked any one to clean his room any way. He loved his mess – it was his organized way of living. He did not give it much thought and entered the house, his eyes searching her. For no reason he knew she had returned. She only had the key to this house and who never bothered to make changes to him, his home and yet changing his whole life each day somehow. True to his instincts, she was there – asleep in his bed, the same sweet smile adoring her face that shone bright from the moonlight falling on her from the window. He had never opened this window since she left the city. And today with her, the wind had returned to his room. Like old friends, the air made him feel warm and he laughed aloud for no reason. Removing the shoes, he scanned the room for his toothbrush. A minute later he slipped inside the bed besides her, kissing her forehead.

She smiled at the kiss and whispered him good night as he hugged her and nestled his head on her shoulders.

“You still stink”, she said.

“Am drunk”, he stated as if she had no idea about it.

“As always”, she said with a sigh.

“When did you come”

“I thought you would ask why.”

“It doesn’t matter”

“Good. Now sleep. no more talks. I am tired.”

“I am happy.”

“Go, dance then. Let me sleep please.”

(to be continued..)