unforseen problem

Walking out with her hands just infront Daphe felt the wooded door closed infront of her. Daunted slightly, Daphne eached blindly trying to find the metal handle. It was cold to the touch causing to shake a little, but in a weird way pleasant; she glided her hands accross the handle feeling the curves and imperfections in a new way she hadn't yet experienced.

In a weird way, the handle reminded her of Georgia, and how beyond the door she'll once again meet her. Daphne wondered just how much she'd feel different; how would the fragrance of George's hair indulge her, how would George's warmth comfort her, how would George's embrace change her? Daphne felt herself sweat as she indulged herself in the possibilities.

Daphne grabbed the handle firmly now and pressed downwards ready. Resistance? She tried again... the handle did not move, the door was locked! Why?! She'd never known the door had never been closed let alone locked?! She surely didn't have the key. What could she do? Turn back to Ruth sobbing and declare she was a failure and was useless and couldn't even get into a stupid building properly without help? She could never!

Happless, Daphne started crying. Slowly coiling up into a ball leaning up against the door imprisoning her with the darkness that consumed her waking moments. Her thoughts turned to George in hopes it'll bring some light but the thoughts of her embrace quickly turn sour.

Will George forgive her? Returning after seven long months of silence and expecting everything to be normal and happy and fun just like it was before?! It had been seven long months and nothing said: not a word in a letter, a note in a song, or even a comforting smile. She had been a horrible friend. She really did deserve to be alone.

Why didn't she just listen?

Don't go into the field, stay with me, lets continue on the path...

Why couldn't she just listen?!