41 | Silent Conversations
I anxiously bit at my bottom lip, my eyes glancing back over to the familiar motorcycle parked in the driveway of the two-story family home. My eyes closed and I took a deep breath, letting it out before opening my eyes back up and finally gaining enough courage to walk up to the front door. Before I could back out I knocked on the door, my feet shifting beneath me as I listened to the footsteps heading down the stairs and growing louder the closer they got. "Ricky." I said, immediately causing the steps to stop, "Can we... Can we talk?" I asked softly, my brows furrowing when I didn't get a response. Eventually, I heard a faint sigh on the other side of the door, my ears picking up movement as his steps walked away from the door again. I got nervous but before I could say anything he sa
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