Angelica

He gave me my door back.

After asking for forgiveness.

He gave me the one thing back that still kept me powerless and put us back on equal ground.

I don't know how long I stared at the stupid door. It was plain, white, nothing pretty or special about it.

Except it represented both his trust and forgiveness.

And in that moment all I wanted in life was to be worthy of more doors I could open, where he'd be standing on the other ...