there’s a place that i know
it’s not pretty there and few have ever gone
if i show it to you now
will it make you run away
or will you stay
even if it hurts
even if i try to push you out
will you return?
for the first time in her life, spencer was unsure about what she was going to do. the green door had never seemed intimidating before. it’d always been symbolic to her. the opening into her one safe haven.
her knuckles rapped against the door in a quick, but quiet, succession. she could hear the thunder of footsteps down the stairs on the other side, hear the metal shifting against itself as a hand grabbed the doorknob and turned…
she inhaled sharply as jeremy’s face unveiled itself inch by inch, only to twist in anger when he saw the visitor. he moved to close the door in her face, but spencer quickly said, “wait!”
“would it matter… if i said i regret it?” she… had nothing else. no excuses, no apologies to make up for it all. they both knew there were none. he scoffed, mouth puckering to keep in the nasty words he wanted to sling. the door closing with a slam couldn’t mask the unbridled anger in his glare, which shivered down spencer’s spine as she stood on his porch, alone.
