Sep 4, 2015
Every step down the hall, he’d curse himself. For being so weak--for letting himself fall for he. For being a jerk, despite how he felt.
People he passed by became a blur, he was only set on one location--and he wanted to get there as fast as possible. He’d planned what he wanted to say, he mulled over it all night, and now he was muttering it to himself, practicing. He wanted to do this right.
And hopefully not have to do it ever again.
Reaching her door, he sighed heavily, shaking his head so he could focus.
Opening the door, he knocked against it as he took a step in. Tucked under one arm was a bag--it contained a hopeful peacemaker, in the case talking didn’t go as well as he thought.
“Uh...Can we like...Talk, maybe?”
