It felt like a slow-motion when the door swung open…
If it's some other time, it would definitely look like a scene from a horror movie. And instead of feeling excited, I should be quaking in my flats from fear, or crying like an ugly fool as I have a mental breakdown.
My eyes were tightly glued towards the entranceway, holding my breath in anticipation. If this continued for a while longer, who knows if I suddenly died from suffocation or lack of oxygen, am I right?
So the big fancy wooden slab opened with a distinct creak, revealing a person. Their own pair of intense eyes met mine and held it the whole time. I couldn't move for a while, just staring at that person's figure with so many emotions swirling inside me.
It's mostly vexing, by the way.
My brows furrowed, "Why the fvck are you here?"
The person who was the receiving end of my hatred smirked.
"Were you expecting someone else?" They said.
