~•Amara•~
If I was to be honest, I had no clue how I was going to share my doubts with Popsy. It might not seem too much for another person, but it was a lot for me.
How was I supposed to just go and confront him? How was I supposed to just voice out these thoughts of mine that had been gnawing at my mind? How?
The question resonated within me, bugging me once again.
'You can do this, Amara.' I tried to make myself feel a bit better. It was an attempt to raise my confidence by a bit before I could face Popsy.
I inhaled a deep breath, filling my lungs completely with air, as my free hand reached out to caress the polished wooden surface, but not so lightly.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I waited as the sounds of rushing steps moved closer to the door before it was opened from the inside.
"There you are! I have been waiting for you."
