Okay....he knew it was a long shot but it looked like she would live in this kind of place....
He walked up to the door warily. It had been so long since they had seen each other and it hadn’t been a happy good bye. He turned around then turned back to the door, his heart pounding in his chest. Pol needed this closure more than anything. He needed something, anything.
He raised his hand to knock, his fist hovering over the door. No good. He pulled out the notes he had taken before he left. Different memories, ideas, suggestions for things to talk about or, more aptly, what he should be apologizing for.
He mumbled to himself before shoving the papers back in his pocket. It was now or never. He was living on borrowed time. This time he knocked; heart pounding more than it ever had when he had been alive. There was no turning back now.
