Her hands shivering to knock on the door, she approached scared and frustrated when finally did so. On the other side, he didn’t ask who is it. Sitting down on a wooden chair, embracing a book that he had to write.
It has have been a while since someone Break into his hermitage.
Defeated and compelled he choose to ignore
determine to whisper to his book, his pain, his loss, his recognition of one another step towards her at to that door.
All his sentences feeling nostalgic pushing him to run and open that door , all his belongs, even his cup of black coffee instigating him .
but Despite all the heartbeats and the flow of his soul in his body, he decision was final.