On The next day Charlie was able to sit up a bit more and after three more days he was almost running a marathon. He and Sophie were impatient to start their new life. They hired a car to see Claire and Lorenzo who were very happy to see Charlie recovered. They spent the rest of the night there, talking and eating, as there was no tomorrow. The next day, after goodbyes full of promises and happiness, Charlie and Sophie went to the airport, ready for the next flight to London Heathrow. On the plane, Sophie was a bit nervous, a little fear of fright soon overcome by the gentle voice of Charlie.
"So here we are at last." Started Charlie.
"Yes. It took some time to get here." Answered Sophie
"What do you want to see in London?"
" Anything you like. I have only one requirement. The national Gallery. I long to see it. But you see, I am more interested to see what you have been. Your favourite restaurant, the place where you work, where you live…"
"Ah I see. You are going to see all those things and more."
"Wait. How long time are we expected to spent there?"
"For as long as we want it. As long as you want it."
They arrived and went to take their bags. They caught a black and travelled to city to deposit their things at Charlie's place. Charlie's flat was located near Piccadilly Circus, a spacious flat with view over London. When entering the door, Sophie could see to the left the spacious room that was living room and dining room combined. The living room was made of a black big couch together with one armchair in the same tone and a big TV facing them all. A large wooden table with comfortable chairs were positioned behind the couch. On the right Sophie could see two doors. The first one was the bathroom and the second was Charlie's bedroom. One could see the kitchen by the open arch that separated the living/dining room with the kitchen. Sophie felt that if Charlie had loved to live her, it will be with some regrets that he will leave this flat.
"You know Charles, I love your apartment" Exclaimed Sophie
"Well actually, honey, it is named flat around here" Corrected Charlie.
"Oh right. Is there anything you want to bring from here? If there are, I cold remove some of my stuff."
"There is nothing here that I want to bring with me except perhaps my clothes and photos. This flat has been witness to both sorrow and grief. I have lived here for five years. Five years without you. After we said goodbye, Granny urged me to run to you. But when I arrived in Verona, you were with Victor. So I left. After that, I left Italy for England where I passed a few weeks in misery, convinced that I should forget you." He lowered his head in the memory.
"My dear Charlie, if I had seen you when you came to Verona, I should have dropped Victor and run to meet you." She put a hand on his cheek. He looked up and smiled at her.
" When Claire said she was going to marry her Alonzo, I went to Italy to prepare for the marriage. And that day, when I saw you, I was happy again. So happy to mention that Patricia was actually my cousin and not my former ex. When granny read your letter, I was trying to make you understand that I felt so too. Did you saw it?"
"I didn't say it. I was trying to maintain a happy face for Claire when I had the knowledge that you were with Patricia. This time it was me that thought that I lost you. But then, I hadn't".
She smiled at him and their eyes were full of love. If a machine of love could see how much love our body contain, then their bodies were surely filled of love for each other. The passion made them unite for a kiss. After a while, they decided to go downtown for dinner.