O P E N I N G S
The door was open, and it stopped her in her tracks. The reason she was still here was because no one else was supposed to be, least of all him.
Time slowed as she considered moving forward or going back. Strange, on the field this hesitation usually meant death or at the very least, injury. So she had further trained herself against it. Hesitation. Yet, still she stood there, not in, but out of place.
The paper in her hand grew heavier. She'd decided to leave it for him where he would find it and be enlightened about her decisions, without him having to face her, or she him, - without him having to convince her that she was making the right, or the wrong decision, without him also having to convince himself.
She stood there, as the flood of indecision whirlpooled around her, again, and threatened to suck her down. "No!" she screamed internally as she shook her head. She'd been through all of this, considered all her options, made her decisions.
But now, here she stood.
And the door was open.
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