May 28, 2001
The doorbell rang. She had not heard that sound for a while now. Why you ask? Because, she had pushed everyone away from her life. Even her best friend had tried to reach out to her, but she cut him off too. She loved the solitude. It gave her all the time and permission to cry and drink scotch unendingly. She paused the old CD player playing Aurora’s music and listened to the silence again. Maybe she heard wrong.
She didn’t.
It rang again, more persistently this time. Who could it be? Was it Him? Her heart skipped two precise beat and she gasped. Hand on the doorknob, she took a deep breathe, unlocked the door and turned the knob.
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Absence
Short StoryThe fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.
