My hand pounds on the door. Bang. Bang. Bang. BANG. The door shakes beneath my fist. I swear to god if this door opens and its you? I feel my blood boiling as I think about it. When I heard whispers about you, I had to dig into it. I had to see you again. I still don’t understand why you left. I step back, waiting for a moment. From outside, I can hear footsteps and annoyed grumbling. I tap my foot impatiently, arms crossing against my chest as I wait, eager to see who opens the door.
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