Colin walked by the girl’s door once more, afraid that if he knocked, she would not be there, or worse: would get mad at him for going there. He was sure she was the person he most talked, and the one he liked most inside that place. They seemed to understand each other, perhaps because she hated to feel lonely, while he undertood what to be lonely felt like.
Colin brushed his hair with his fingers, sighing deeply as he walked pass her door again. Worse. Her roommate could answer the door. And it would be at least slightly awkward to explain Desiree wasn’t waiting for him, he just happened to go there to talk to her. To unburden. But how do you unburden with someone you barely know?
The brunette stopped by the door, looking at it for a while, before raising his hands and knocking on it lightly. He felt incredibly nervous, as the doorknob moved. Please, please, God, Buddha, Allah, anyone… please do not allow her to be mad at me for coming here.