Breathing deeply, I take a step forward and ring the doorbell of my old apartment. No answer.
I wait a couple of minutes, occasionally glancing up at my old window, even though the curtains are drawn, anticipating seeing Elena peeking out at me.
The door buzzes. I push my way in and walk up the stairs, giddy with hope and excitement.
Having reached the door, I come to a sudden halt.
Eyes peek at me through the crack in the door, but they are a striking blue.
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Elena and Grace
Short StoryFollow two young women through a journey of loss, regret, and acceptance. ~ ~ ~ All of the characters, events and settings in this story were made by me and I will stand no copying. ©2018 Azora
