The same night the same day she left him, sometimes he wondered if he even had the right to be sad, it was his fault he shouldn't have left that day maybe she wouldn't have taken such extreme decisions.
" How did she look?...".
suddenly Mr John heard a voice behind him which brought back his senses.
" Sir ...." he bow slightly to show his respect to the old man.
" Was she happy in her last moment?" He asked again as they both turn to look at the pictures of the young lady Black, Camille was just twenty years old on the picture youthful and charming, her beautiful smile was exactly like Leon when he smile.
" She was worried and sorry, she wasn't angry with you Sir, she just wanted to see you but life didn't gave her a chance" Mr John said with heavy voice as the memory of her last breath came to his mind, Mr Black had long known he was with her but said nothing indeed that man was scary.
