She was surprised, maybe even dazzled. His appearance was unexpected, even for her.

She was reading in the sofa when the doorbell rang. She stood of quickly, even a little surprised. Something happened that day that she didn’t even asked, she just opened the door. There he was with the same tired eyes and 3-day beard. They didn’t say anything, they just stood there for some minutes, and some minutes, when you’re silently standing in front of someone, can last forever. So, yes, let’s say they stood quietly in front of each other forever. Soon enough, he moved back in, and they still didn’t speak. He made dinner sometimes, and she called her with a simple hand shake or at least with his presence. Even when they slept together, they would make love silently.
When she got back to work, he would be reading in the sofa. The sofa in which each two years or so, she would wait for him to ring the doorbell again.

[Mrs. K i t e]
just loved the idea of this story, it’s not really well written, but I just wanted to catch the essence (at least for me) in order to get back to it sometime