"In! It's open. ", A well-known voice sounds muffled through the door I am standing in front of. My heart beats up to my neck. What should i do?
Actually, I should never have seen him again. I had given my word on it, but now my job left me no other choice.
For years I had put every single thought about him out of my head, but at that very moment I had to admit it to myself. Now I could no longer lie to myself. I still loved him.
As I enter, I see him sitting on a sofa with his back to me. Suddenly I feel freezing cold and this coldness wrapped itself around my beating heart like a chain.
Words fail me and so I simply say, "Hello!"
Silence then fills the room and I have to watch him suddenly freeze before he gets up and slowly turns to face me.
When he also sees me, he turns pale and asks me, totally confused:
"What are you doing here? I think you never wanted to see me again! "
As always, his words had a cool undertone as usual. I used to laugh when someone was scared of him because of it, but at that moment no one could understand it better than me.
"I'm sorry, but my work leaves me no other way out." I whisper, but with my apology I mean something completely different. I'm just really sorry that I hurt him so much, my great love, and that I now had to do it again.