the door

"Stop right there. Don't you dare move any closer," yelled the wooden door as she saw a pair of legs walking towards her. The eyes that showed concern but perhaps sympathy. "Why?" he asked calmly. She blinked and looked at him, trying to search for words that she would utter, something that reflects her feelings. "Why?" he repeated, taking a step closer. "I said stop," she cried out, her hands cupped both of her ears. Eyes closed. "Stop." Didn't seemed to take her words seriously, he took another step and she panicked. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked her. She nodded vigorously. Her eyes gleamed with tears. "You know if i do, you might not see me again," he bit and played with the pebble by his shoe. "I know," she smiled warmly. He looked at her for the last time before turning his back towards the wooden door. Nothing he can do to persuade her. Nothing he can do to make her trust him more than what it seems. Nothing. He can do nothing. His sleek fingers brushed through his messy hair and he let out sigh. With a heavy heart, he started walking away. 

"But," she said and that stopped him. "What I do know is we'll see each other again. Perhaps later. and by then, we can sit down and have some coffee." He turned slowly to face her and just right there, he saw her true figure; long shining black hair, milky white skin, eyes as clear as the blue sky and her lips curved with a sweet smile. 

He turned back again, smiling to himself.

"I know we will."

with that, he strode off.