demerick91
There is a another person behind that door. Someone waiting, wanting, longing to be released. I am to afraid to open it. Who could it be? Is it me? The other side I've always feared?
I looked her up again. I tried so hard but I couldn't resist. I had to see her face. Despite the pain that she caused me. I open up my phone and I look at her picture. I see her smiling. She is happy. Not a care in the world. I relapsed.