A little bit of creativity

Sitting, leaning against the door she listens to the silence. She knows though that it won’t stay that way for long. Silence is only ever an interlude, a precursor to something bigger. The silence is broken, footsteps make their way up the stairs, getting louder as they draw closer, drawers and cupboards are being pulled opened and closed and finally a suitcase is zipped up. Then there is silence again.

Time passes. Yet she stays still, as if scared to move. If she moves, she becomes real and everything that is happening around her becomes real. By staying still it’s almost as if it’s a dream and reality is suspended. Except of course, it’s not. This is all very real.

The silence is broken as footsteps make their way towards her. She hears them pass the door, the door she is leaning against. They pause, as they do so she holds her breath in anticipation. In anticipation of what though, she doesn’t know, moreso she doesn’t know what she wants to happen next. Part of her wants them to walk in her direction, to see him one last time. That’s the thing about love, no matter how much the hurt and the anger there is that small part of you that doesn’t want to let go. But is that love or being scared of the future?