“Yes,” he told himself, and a thousand voices raged in his head. Some angry, some hostile, none supportive.
“No,” he thought. It all went quiet.
He cursed softly.
He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and went on.
The voices now knew better. They realized this time it was different.
The voices, of his mother, his father. Of Ronnie and Jenna. Of his friends, and some of his professors. Of everyone that mattered.
They all shut up, one by one, bowing down to the silent conviction in his head.
And he went on.
He knocked.
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No one answered.
He turned around, the voices began. So, he swiveled.
He rang the bell.
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He heard shuffling, the sound of footsteps.
He waited, he waited like he had for the past six months.
He waited for the door to open.
Wendy opened the door and stared.
He stared back.
“Peter?”
He didn’t answer. He could only think of the beauty.
He looked into her eyes, and they pierced into his soul.
And then she knew.
And that was all he was there for.