The bell rang. . .when she least expected to hear it. . .her heart beat faster than ever. . .she tried to calm down. . .'ok, how about I pretend I never heard the bell? Maybe he'll go away. . .yeah, that could work. . .' But a few seconds later, she heard a second knock. . .this time stronger, and then repeated knocks. It drove her mad. . .she knew and yet was quite unsure of who was unsure of who it was. . .only if she opened the door would she be able to say so for sure. . .


She asked herself, what it was that scared her. . .was it the fact that he was knocking at her door? No, not that. . .he had knocked before. . .but on those few occasions, she did not particularly attend to him. . .she didn't regret that, circumstances were different. . .as they are different yet again. . .she could no longer hold him back. . .so finally, she opened the door. . .he stood right in front of her. . .right there. . .


She looked into his eyes. . .or atleast tried. . .her vision was blurring. . .tears in her eyes. . .tears for two reasons. One, she was happy to see he was fine, despite her, despite what she had done and not done. . .and secondly because she had finally opened the door. . .he was in front of her. . .he was in front of her. . .he was in front of her. . .voices screaming in her heads. . .she could no longer handle it, she burst into tears. . .she knew not for how long but she cried. . .and cried. . .he was here. . .and she had to play host. . .and endure unbearable torture. . .as that was all she could do. . .her Lancelot. . .was going to stay. . .for long. . .