Angelica
He gave me my door back.
After asking for forgiveness.
He gave me the one thing back that still kept me powerless and put us back on equal ground.
I don't know how long I stared at the stupid door. It was plain, white, nothing pretty or special about it.
Except it represented both his trust and forgiveness.
And in that moment all I wanted in life was to be worthy of more doors I could open, where he'd be standing on the other side.
I made him wait until I was ready to face him.
Until he was ready to face me.
And when I walked outside, I knew it was time.
I dropped my armor at the door, held my head high, and spoke to both past and present.
Praying for a future.
I leapt.
And he followed.
The cold air bit into my skin before the water from the heated pool swirled aroun
