Staring Down the Sun | faygrove | One Shot - 3.8k | October 2012
Your heart has been broken by the man who once held and then discarded it. Can you bring yourself to trust again?
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Tom hesitates in front of the door to your flat, his hand hovering in a fist outstretched mid-knock. For a fraction of a second he contemplates turning away, no harm done, but then his knuckles are rapping on the wood and his hand drops quickly to his side, both of them burrowing deep into his jean pockets. When no answer comes, he pulls out one hand to knock again, louder this time. Silence is the only response and, disappointed, Tom turns to head back down the stairs. Then he stops, staring unseeingly down the hallway. He half turns his head towards the door, his heart racing as he contemplates the forbidden urge that has overcome him. He knows that he shouldn’t, he knows that you will be furious, but he cannot help himself. Slowly he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keyring. His eye finds the old-fashioned brass key and he clenches it in his fist. Without being aware of moving his feet, Tom finds himself inserting the key and twisting it. There is a click and he places his hand on the knob, turning it and pushing the door open slightly. At first he half-expects you be sitting on your sofa with a book in hand and to chuck it at his head at the intrusion, but there is no one in your living room. Silently he steps inside and shuts the door behind him, rehatching the lock as he does so.
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