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Post by Rebecca Andrews on Jan 24, 2009 23:12:10 GMT -5
He stood there, transfixed at the doorway. He thought of ringing the bell, but somehow he felt like he was rooted to the spot and was too lazy to walk to the buzzer. Frowning, he slowly began to reach out a hand, with the intent of knocking on the wooden barrier, but when his fingertips were inches from the door he faltered. His mouth opened slightly as he contemplated on one thing-was he going to enter?
He let his hand fall limply back to his side. He could hear faint voices, but he could not discern whether they were coming from inside or from somewhere else. But one thing was certain--the voices seemed so distant.
He pursed his lips. He was standing there for five minutes now and still he could not make up his mind. He ground his teeth at his moment of indecision.
Then a question sprang in the back of his mind. Why was he hesitant to enter in the first place? What was causing him to just stand there outside the locked door, debating with himself on whether or not he should get inside? He frowned. What could the answers be?
And then it hit him, as he turned his back on the door and slowly walked away from the place. He was sure it was a selfish answer, but an answer nonetheless. A reason he knew would make others get worried, be surprised or get mad at him. But at the moment, that reason was the only thing he wanted to do--
--and that was to be alone.
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