The hallway is dark and quiet, much like the rest of the world. She stands there, staring at the dark, polished wood of the door, aching to reach for the knob, knowing she won't. The past few days have been surreal, and she doesn't want it to end, she doesn't want him to leave. Not without...
Her hand reaches forward, fingertips against the fine grain of the door jamb. Not for the first time, she wonders what it would be like... with him. She can't remember all the names of every man she's given herself to, but he was never one of them. She's always told herself he never could be.
But still... She wonders.
Standing there, she can feel him; the buzzing tingle at the back of her neck. Can he feel her? Does he know that all he has to do is open that door? Is he awake? Does he care? What if she were the one to open that door? After all, she's the one who's kept it closed all this time.
But she's a coward. She can't open it. She's afraid of what's on the other side. She's afraid that's all he wants from her. She's afraid of being wrong.
But what if he opens the door...
Would it be over? Would she ever see him again? Was she wrong about him? What if she was right?
She wanted him to open that door. She needed him to open that door. But part of her prayed he wouldn't. She's kept him out for so long, she doesn't know if she could let him in. She knows she shouldn't.
It's torture standing there. Exquisite. Sadistic. Torture.
Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
279 Words
Based on RP with
iris_angel
Prompt: "A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist. - Stewart Alsop"
Setting: Night before this.