Paul gazed at me, his expression shifting from a smile to a contemplative moment. "It's not possible now," he said cryptically, his words laden with a sense of finality that sent a shiver down my spine.
"You know how peacefully you slept on my arm last night. You know how much I've missed your presence. I slept so well the night before," Paul continued, his eyes closing as he reminisced.
Panic surged within me, and I stole a desperate glance at the door. Escape seemed to be my only option.
"Please give me a glass of water," I pleaded, seizing the opportunity to divert his attention momentarily.
"I'm sorry," he replied hastily, rising to fetch the glass. Sensing a brief window of opportunity, I dashed towards the door, my heart pounding with urgency.
Damn it! What's the matter with this door? The realization struck me like a blow. "Fuck!" I shouted, frustration and fear welling up within me.
