He stepped closer to the door that was shutting the rest of the world off from the darkened room. His shoulders slouched, eyes to the floor, heart racing.
He raised his head, slowly turning, observing the sleeping figure that lay in the bed behind him.
Breathing deeper, letting a small sound escape from the confines of his throat, he turned back to the door, hand reaching for the handle.
Slowly and quietly he turned it and as he did so, he felt something wet fall down his face. He never cried.
He knew this meant something and maybe some day it’ll come back and haunt him, but for now he would ignore the tears and the love he expressed for this sleeping woman, he would ignore them and leave.
He closed the door behind him, now shutting himself and the whole world off from the darkened room, which contained a beautiful sleeping woman.
-h.newman
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