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Short Story : ' The Curtain Door '

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I lifted my closed hand. In front of me was a grand wooden door, a barrier which stood between me and my best friend. All I would have to do was knock and it would be answered. However, glancing down at my black rubbery glove, I hesitated. Over the phone, I could tell from Sylvia 's voice that something had been wrong. She wanted to talk to me about something, something that soundly horribly, horribly broken, but had refused to inform me of what it was. It was said through hopeless tears, pathetic enough to filet my heart into a million pieces. Was I ready for what was to come? Closing my eyes, I gave a sigh. Yes, yes I was ready for whatever was going to come today. So, letting my hand drop against the door in defeat, a dull, wooden …show more content…

"I think it would be best shared over a cup of tea. I do not know how Sylvia will act when she sees you... You see, she took the news in a much different way than I would have expected, and I don 't know what she will do when she sees you 're here..." I gave another gulp as my eyes flooded with tears. Something was horribly wrong, and while I was dying to know what it was, another part of me wanted it to be kept a secret... We walked side by side into the parlor. Neither of us said a word, nor did we look around at the various decorations on the walls. To Dr. LeBeouf, none of them seemed to matter. None of them seemed to help. I stared at my boots, since they seemed like the sort of distraction I was wanting. All of the sudden, the second we entered the room, I felt arms wrap around me. I recognized who it was immediately, and in response, I gave her a hug back. "T-Tod..." she whispered, coughing through tears. "Oh, Tod... you 're here... you 're here..." I felt my one of my hands stroke her neck as I held her close. "I am... I 'm fine, Sylvia. I 'm... I 'm fine... I promise I 'm fine... I don 't know what 's going on..." "It 's... Victor. Victor... Victor, he..." "What happened to Victor?" I asked, my stomach suddenly feeling very nauseous. "He passed away this morning," she whispered, barely doing little more than mouthing the painful sentence. Something in my stomach dropped. I

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