"Biddy, I feel like I'm forcing you to be with me, and you are not willing..." Steve's voice trailed off. He looked at Bridgette who stared at the coffee table. With each passing second, he felt his heart crumbling. After what seemed like forever he stood up and said in a quiet voice. "If you don't want to talk to me, I don't know what else to do." Steve looked at her for few seconds and walked slowly toward the front door feeling completely defeated.
Just as he reached for the doorknob, he felt a light tug on the back of his shirt. He turned around and saw Bridgette standing behind him. He didn't hear her footsteps, but he was so out of it, that he could miss hearing a steam engine roaring next to him.
"Don't go..." She said weakly. She was looking up at him, and her face showed that she is troubled.
