Shoey is Doomed

Sunny and Helen

When I got into my car, I didn't know I would end up here. I normally text him first but I knew he wouldn't text me back after what had happened. We haven't talked in more than four months. I didn't text him when Wolf had surgery, and he didn't text me when I did. But I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to talk to him, actually talk. None of this texting bullshit.
But as I stare at his door, I don't know if I can bring myself to knock. My arms are moving, twitching. My hands twist into knots in front of me, things I only do when nervous.
I can't do this. I turn and walk back to my car.
I take a deep breath and force myself to knock.