Everything seemed normal and silent as usual. But it wasn't. It was too quiet and nothing was the same. She had met with Bucky about a week or two ago and it had seemed okay. At least as okay as it could be when you'd not seen each other for almost two years. And after they both had gone to the states again, he had ignored her. He had simply ignored her -- without she even knew what the deal was. Bianca had left several voice-mails for him, yet he had not returned to her. She had shown up by his doorstep several times too, only to see that nobody was home; or that was what he'd want her to believe at least.
But she had to try it one last time before she gave up. Honestly, she'd probably never give up on him. It was merely what she forced herself to believe. Truthfully, she'd never give up on him ---- never.
Bianca walked up to the door, slightly running because the rain poured down over the city. She knocked roughly on the front door. ❝ Come on, ❞ She gritted her teeth lightly and knocked on a few more times. She pulled the wet jacket closer to herself, trying to keep herself warm. She didn't know how long she was going to stand there. But she was not going to give up.