23 // persistent

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landon

i paced back and forth

in front of your apartment door,

debating whether or not i made the

best of choice showing up unannounced.

i knew i still had a chance to turn

around and head down the elevator,

however, i knew i would never make it.

i would've pressed the down button and

instead of stepping inside and descending

down, i'd squeeze through the elevator doors

and slip out, only to end up back in front

of your door, pacing as i was now.

i stopped in front of your door ,

eyeing the tile, '26 B' and let out a shaky

breath, shaking my shoulders and arms

while wiggling my fingers.

i knocked on the door with my closed fist

and turned my head to the side, lightly

pressing my ear to the wood.

i could hear shuffling and the paddling

of clothed feet scurrying over the ground

and by the rush of your steps part of me knew

you weren't going to answer; yet that didn't stop

me from banging both my closed fists against

your door.

"come on brooklyn," i said leaning on her door,

with my head tilted towards the peep hole.

i knocked again the rubbing the back of my

neck, "i know you're in there."

nothing.

i could no longer hear the sound of your feet

and i wondered whether you were away from

the door or just a few feet in from me on the

other side, watching me through the glass hole.

"i know you're there," i said.

sighing i dropped my head, leaning my forehead

against the door. clicking my tongue against the

roof of my mouth while in thought, i then stood

up straight and knocked on her door again,

"i saw you earlier brooklyn."

still no answer.

"you were outside the shop," i added.

shaking my head in irritation i knocked once

more. "you're going to have to talk to me sooner

or later," i said, "sooner would be nice."

"but no matter when that is i'll be here,"

i said, speaking into the door. she was avoiding

me now yet she showed up at the shop; and even

though she didn't come in part of me believed

that maybe, just maybe, she wanted to talk to me

as much as i wanted to talk to her.

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