C41 He'll Be Back

I raised my hand, about to knock on the door, when I froze mid-air, unable to continue.

I had no reason for stopping.

I lowered my gaze to the ground, staring at my feet.

Nausea churned in my stomach as I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept spiraling back to the same painful cycle. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the door, listening to the howl on the other side