So tastesofprose gave me a little prompt from the song Like Real People Do by Hozier. And it transformed from a short little reply to a 1,768 word fic. This is totally off schedule for me, but I couldn’t help myself. Enjoy!
I wasn’t expecting her at my door. Frankly, I didn’t expect anyone to be at my door at three in the morning. But I slid from the warmth of my bed and shuffled towards the door, if only to quiet the banging on the wood.
“Who is it?” I whispered, hoping the visitor had left.
No such luck. “It’s me Han. Please open up.”
I yanked open the door, inspecting the familiar body from head to toe. Seeing that the woman in front of me was unscathed, I pulled her in, shutting the door firmly behind her.
“What’s wrong, Gracie?” I asked, wondering what had brought her to my door in the middle of the night. “Are you okay?”
She looked into my eyes, comforted by the concern that had pooled there the moment I heard her muffled voice on the other side of the door.
As the blonde went to sit on the couch, I turned to the abyss, grabbing a fresh blanket and draping it around her shivering frame.
“Do you want to tell me why you were at my door at three in the morning?” I wasn’t angry, I could never be angry with Grace. But I was concerned, scared that something horrible had happened. The last time she’d popped up on my doorstep in the middle of the night was when her boyfriend left her. He’d just decided he didn’t want her anymore. That bastard.
Grace lifted her chocolaty shaded irises and glanced back and forth between my own baby blues. “I can’t do this anymore, Hannah.”
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