It was a cliche; a giant bloody cliche, but it happened. The house wasnāt even that old. The wardrobe sure as hell wasnāt any sort of heirloom. It wasnāt made from any special wood. It was just a plain old wardrobe. Youād bought it from a generic furniture store. And yet, you knew there was something special about it.
Thatās the cliche. Sitting in your bedroom, looking at your wardrobe and thinking to yourself, āthis is something specialā, and why? Well, you had pictures of your FO stuck to the doors for a start, so that helped, but mainly because you could feel it.
You knew the story of Narnia. You werenāt going to be fooled. The movie was clearly on your mind. You had this whole lore in your head now: āMaybe Iāll open the door, and Iāll see a portal to the other side andā-
āY/Nā.
The voice came from the other side of the wardrobe door and you frowned. Oh great, now your brain was getting in on the action. Ha-de-bloody-hah! You arenāt going to fall for this. Taking out your phone, you click on the flashlight app, then the camera app, and you place your hand on the door.
āHey guys,ā you say to no one in particular, āIām about to open this here wardrobe door and show you the good solid backboard. If somehow I donāt, then you are going to seeā¦well youāll probably see nothing because Iāll run from the room screaming, but that isnāt going to happen.ā
āY/N.ā You heard the voice again, and turn to look at the camera. Was it caught on tape? You arenāt going to wait and find out, instead you reach out for the handle, pulling the door open.
Inside you can see your clothes. And just your clothes. Phew, test one passed. You arenāt seeing crazy lights behind your jackets.
āSee, what did I tell you, itās just a stupid wardrobe,ā you tell yourself, through the camera. Reaching out, you brush aside your clothes, freezing because you felt something.
āShit,ā you whisper, as you pull your hand away, staring at it. The flesh is tingling were you felt the warmth of another personās hand. It gripped you. It really fucking gripped you.
āAre you going to put the camera down, or do I have to kiss you in public?ā the voice spoke again, and this time you drop the phone.
It is coming from behind your clothes, but your wardrobe isnāt that big. How can you hear and touch your FO? Where exactly could they be hiding?
āI read this book,ā your FO continues, though they remain invisible, āabout a gate in the back of a wardrobe. It gave me an idea.ā
You are screaming now. Itās unsightly, but how could you not? You were having a full blown mental breakdown, right here, in this damned wardrobe.
āIā¦have to admit I didnāt expect this sort of reaction,ā your FO managed, before they reached out their hand, grabbing yours and pulling you into the clothing, āI sort of need you to walk forwards. I can pull you this far, but you have to take the final step. The portal wonāt last much longer though. It was hard to make it last this long. So, well, are you going to join me?ā
The answer is an obvious yes, after all, this is everything youād dreamed of, but still you hesitate. What if this is all a dream? What if that hand you feel is just your own, somehow? And yet, what have you got to lose? This could be a trap; a figment of your imagination, a cliche come to life, but you donāt care. Taking a deep breath you stretch a foot towards the back of the wardrobe feeling nothing.
It really was a portal, and with a smile you take the final leap; straight into the arms of your FO.
They wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with them, and they have made it happen. You might not live happily ever after - after all, the cliche canāt continue endlessly, can it? - but you are together now and you grin, kissing them, or simply watching them as they hold you close.
āIt worked, it really worked,ā they whisper, as the scene fades to black.
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