WHERE: outside anna’s door. WHO: @annablackwood & nate.
As Nate pulled his phone from his pocket to check the time, he found it unresponsive, the battery drained. If he had to venture a guess, it was likely well past two in the morning. His eyes lifted to the sky, the heavy cloud cover blotting out the silver light from the moon or the twinkle of stars. It was just Nate and the orange glow of the streetlights.
He was wandering without a destination now, though he’d had one in mind when he’d left his home. But now that he’d made it as far as downtown, he found he didn’t want to go any further. He was angry that a place could hold so much power over him, angry that the memory of it could keep him awake late into the night to avoid the dreams it might bring. And yet, he couldn’t make himself go there. Whatever resolve that had led him here had abandoned him now. So he found himself, instead, in front of Anna’s apartment building, sure he could count on her to be awake. And if she wasn’t? Well. She would be soon.
Knuckles rapped on the wooden door and he slumped against the doorway while he waited. He knew well enough what she’d see when she opened the door: Nate disheveled and just a little bit drunk, a lopsided smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. “Annie,” he greeted, voice pitched a little too loudly, when she finally opened the door. He straightened and shrugged, as if it were explanation enough. “I was in the neighborhood.”
