A Knock On The DoorIt was dark, but the air around me was warm, and I felt calm.
There was nothing different about this day apart from the dusty sky and the muffled silence.
But as I had entered the kitchen, I heard a noise that I didn't think I would here ever again,
a knock on the door. My body tensed and I could feel my heart thumping faster in my chest, so fast that It grew sore.
Not even blindness could save me from opening that door. My heart was blind for as long as I chose to refuse repairing it.
I haven't yet done what I should have done long ago, I didn't leave him behind like modern wisdom advised.
"But who survived on modern wisdom?" I couldn't think of one person that I knew.
The knock on the door still haunts me, either past or present, I guarantee it always will.
I gathered up my strength and gave my fears a pathetic look. The door handle was cold, and as I turned it,
I peered out the crack. It was him.
I opened it.
His eyes looked sincere. As if the scales he wore over them had finally pe