She was standing in front of the red door. The same one she stood there before. For some reason, she was always afraid of what might that door hide. She could never bring herself to open it but rather stood at the same point gazing at the doorknob. But something was different this time around. She had a feeling, a bad feeling that she couldn’t shake off. She had to know what was hiding behind it. The answers she was seeking were there. She could feel it. She braced herself and with the quick motion she pushed the door wide open.
It was cold and wet. She opened her eyes and realized she was suddenly outside. The rain was coming down so hard; it felt like small whiplashes on her cheeks. She leaned her head back and let the rain wash all of her worries away. Slowly she opened up her arms and started moving in a circle. Gradually she moved faster and faster and faster, until she fell on the grass and laid there motionless. The dump of the ground did not bother her. She started thinking of the first time she met him and wished that there would be a background music like there are in movies....
