The Third Door [NaNoWriMo 2014]

"I died. Now I live. But I live within the boundaries of my head. What happens on the outside is beyond my control." Constructive criticism is very welcome on this. I will be updating in small sections, but I will probably republish this with proper chapter splits when I finish it. © 2014 Parsavagely


57. Chapter 12 Part 2

His heavy hand trembles as it leads the girl through the door, her fingers touching his cuts and causing him to flinch. She lets go when she sees the pain across his face, remembering how much it hurt her and refusing to let him go through the same. With careful, considered steps, she closes the distance between them and turns his face towards her.

For the first time, he looks at her eyes without their black surrounding he has become accustomed to. He realises what a difference it makes, how much more alive she seems now that the side of her face is not swollen. Suddenly, he runs his finger over the top of her head, where he finds the cut he made remains. That guilt has not yet gone. She looks at him as he does this, wincing as his heavy hand catches the wound.

Seeing this, he steps back, not wanting to hurt her further. She doesn’t want him to leave her, so grabs his heavy hand and pulls him into an embrace. He is unsure what to make of it, struggling for a moment, but eventually relaxing and letting her get close. She seems a little looser, her joints freer, suggesting an end to their aching.

“Where next?” he asks. She points to the third door, only to see him shaking his head. “You know you can’t,” he says plainly.

“Then back where I was just now, I don’t know if it’s you or someone else, but that life seems to be getting better,” she says softly.

He nods and lets her free from his arms, allowing her to make her own decision as always.

His heavy hand closes the door behind her.

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