*Constance*
A knock sounded at the door. Time stopped. My heart stood still. The breath in my lungs became no more than a memory. I was alone, and I began to panic.
I knew who it was, and I didn't know if I could answer. I was terrified and yet, not scared at all. I think I was more annoyed than anything else. How dare he think he could just knock on my door, and I would answer? He was a fool if that's what he thought.
But as much as I longed to ignore him, I knew I had to answer. It would seem suspicious if I refused him. I stood from the little table where I was reading a book and turned to the door, opening it slowly.
The hallway was masked in darkness, and I could barely see his eyes as he stared down at the floor. He didn't want to be there either.
“What is it?" I tried to say as
