You wish you know.

You don't know.

You don't know how it started.

All you know is the sound.

Knock Knock

It’s too late to pretend you’re not home.


"Why aren't you answering?"

The voice is familiar, but wrong. Too close. Too certain. And for some reason, you opened the door.


"Finally."

Your instincts scream, the ones you buried, the ones you denied.

Thud! Her foot jammed the door, the frame shuddering against the force. You froze. The instinct to slam it shut screamed in your chest, but the weight of her presence pressed harder.

"Ah-ah-ah. You aren't closing the door on me"


What now?


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记住这是虚构的。它或许会触动你,但归根结底这是属于你的世界。我为自己的作品负责。若石子击中你,那正是我的本意。

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