Courage. It's a tricky thing. It takes courage to do things and sometimes, you would rather play the coward. I know right now that I would rather play the coward, rather just cut off contact than speak face to face. But life is hard and if you play the coward, it is not only unfair to the other party, but also to yourself. So here I stand, at the front door of his house, my palms sweaty, my nervous all bundled up and ready to combust, and my mind running through a million different possibilities. Three knocks and my hands return by my sides, listening for any movement on the other side.
"Amory?" He asks, confused as I stand before him, the early morning bright, and I've just come from a long jog that helped me calm down a bit. "We're you in the area?" He just woke up from what I can tell,
