I open the door to my apartment, after deciding that I had to see her. I had to talk to her. NOW.
I don’t really know what I’ll say, but hopefully, I’ll know when I see her.
As soon as I close the door behind me and look up heading down the corridor, I see her. She had stopped in her tracks looking at me. Her eyes wide and gazing deep into mine. I just stood there doing the same. She opened her mouth to speak but didn’t say a word, looking down as if her words had fallen to the ground.
I can feel her nervousness as I saw her holding her hands in each other, rubbing her palms together.
She looked up again and took a step forward.
“I’m sorry” – she said. She was anxious and shaking, but those words came out extremely steady. She meant it. – “Can you please give me a minute?”
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