My heart pounded as I knocked on the door. One. Two. Three—
"Come in." I clenched my jaw. Taking a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out—
My legs were shaking and there was no doubt that my hands were trembling too. It felt like a combination of nervousness, anxiety, dread, and fear all at once. My sweaty palms gently twisted the knob to open into a gigantic office room. However, my eyes refused to move anywhere, solely focusing on a man sitting behind the desk wearing an oversized sweater on his short and slightly chubby appearance. His familiar brown eyes washed over me, slowly narrowing as he pushed the glasses down his nose.
I couldn't bring myself to love. All this seemed too easy. This wasn't supposed to be simple. It was meant to be violent and turbulent. It must be my dream, I
