I could hear his voice through my door.
"Please open it." he said for the fifth time.
I just couldn't bring myself to turn the doorknob. The door was my only protection. Opening the door would mean being vulnerable. And, that was not something I was ready for.
What does he want, anyway? I'm sure it's just to recap how I screwed up the other day. Or, maybe he wants to remind me how I can't do anything right.--not that I really need reminding on that subject.
"Please." he gently spoke again. "I'm asking you. please."
maybe if I open it real quick he'll go away.
if I did open the door, I better be ready to fight. Hold my defense. Get ready to argue my case. Surely, condemnation will be his first flaming arrow at me. I must be strong!
I threw the door open and covered my face.
No arrows. No yelling.
Just him and his kind eyes.
"I just wanted to say..." he whispered.
"I love you."