"The hardest thing and the right thing are often the same thing"
Torrian
Atlanta, GA
May 18th | 7:52pm
I pressed the gas to my car, speeding as my hands gripped the wheel.
I was nervous as shit, currently driving to Brooklyn's spot to speak with her.
It had been almost 3 full weeks since i last saw her at the appointment. We haven't spoke, only occasional texting when i check in, but even then the conversation was short and simple.
I obtained her address from my PI. Shit, i knew i wanted to pull up on her but i didn't know how else to get her whereabouts. He was able to get me the info within 20 minutes. I debated all day rather or not to do this. She wouldn't give me the time of day, ultimately leaving me no choice. She's carrying my child now, she can't just fucking ignore me like there isn't a conversation needed to be had.
The building looked older, not ugly, but it wasn't anything like the high-rises I was used to. A part of me wondered what the hell I was doing here. It wasn't like me to show up unannounced, especially in a place like this. But I couldn't shake this feeling.
I cut the engine and sat there for a second, staring at the building like it might somehow offer me a sign.
I stepped out being sure to lock my doors and walked inside the building. I entered the elevator and hit the button for her floor, and I tried to calm myself as the elevator moved too slowly.
Finally, the doors opened, and I stepped into her hallway, the worn carpet muffling my steps. I stopped in front of her door and braced myself before knocking. The sound of footsteps approaching from the other side made my heart race.
The door cracked open, and there she was.
Standing there in a robe that barely covered her. Her bare legs were exposed, and that soft, smooth skin made my mouth go dry.
"Torrian?" She said, surprise lacing her voice as her eyes scanned me up and down.
I leaned against the doorframe, trying to act like I had it all together, but I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't help it. I let my eyes linger on her, the way that robe hung loosely off her shoulders, barely concealing her body. I swallowed hard before speaking.
"Uh, you look... gorgeous, Brooklyn." It slipped, but i couldn't help but to grin. No, i didn't want to open like that but it was my initial thought.
Had to let her know.
She smiled, softly, diverting eye contact. I could tell she was caught off guard.
"What're you doing here?" She asked me, tilting her head and squinting her eyes.
I nodded. "I wanted to talk, in person. That texting shit irked me. And i wanted to see you." I told her truthfully.
She hesitated before opening the door fully and stepping aside, allowing me to enter. I found myself hesitating as well, not knowing what would happen once i stepped inside. Nonetheless, i did so.
As soon as I stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was the contrast.
The hallway was cold, but as soon as I stepped inside it was like I'd entered a different world. Her apartment felt warm, inviting, and lived in. The earthy tones of the walls, the rich greenery of the room—it was like her space breathed life.
There were plants everywhere—hanging from the ceiling, perched on windowsills, and even a few lined up on the floor. I couldn't help but notice how every one of them seemed to be thriving, like she knew exactly how to take care of life, both inside and out.
