HELDAIt's funny how I feel hesitant now.

After walking to get here, I can't bring myself to knock on his door.

I stare at the closed door for seconds before lifting my hand to tap softly on it.

The door swings open almost instantly.

Like he somehow knew I would come to find him.

I don't ask why he's still up by this time.

My eyes scan his face, noticing the frown lines on his forehead.

He was thinking. He probably couldn't sleep either.

Then his eyes, I notice they seem empty, their ...