Her hand lingered against the wood door, tracing it and the door knob in the outline of the person behind it. She felt the guttural agitation of fear in her belly mixed with an almost identical feeling of anticipation. She could hear Ginny screaming in her head that the choice was easy. But even now, she wasn’t so sure.
She opened the door.
Even though she knew he was there, felt him pulling at her string from miles away until he finally reeled her in, it was still a shock to see the moon-bleached figure standing there in wait. His hair shrouded his eyes and his body looked faded much like the first night she’d opened her eyes to see him looming there in her room like an apparition forever haunting her.
"What are you doing here?" She heard herself say as greeting. Her voice was weary, hostile around the edges.
It was as if her acknowledgement of him made him more solid, real. Life was breathed into him and it surged through him, made him shift, made him give a small laugh mainly to himself as he looked her over, gave a meek smile. He moved towards her with a spark of invigoration that ignited her nerves. “I’m cashing in my rain check.”