I opened the door and she walked in, silently. She stared at the floor as she moved to the chair and took a seat. All I could hear was the sound of her breathing. I realized that in the moment and wondered where the sound of my breath was, but the weight of the situation took me by the throat once again and pulled me out of thought before I could find the answer. I stood at the door, watching her. She began to cry. My hand fell from the doorknob and I walked out of the house.
Some things never really need to be said.
-This fictional blog brought to you today by the letters Q & Z and the number 3.
Some things never really need to be said.
-This fictional blog brought to you today by the letters Q & Z and the number 3.
Q and Z make quite a team. 3 always feels like a it's a crowd, though.