by Sheri Lorenz

Created on: June 08, 2009

It was a bitterly cold and rainy afternoon, a perfect day to do absolutely nothing. Caroline had not had a day off in two weeks and was looking forward to a little down time. She was planning on curling up with a book that had been sitting on her shelf for way too long. She had no plans and had told no one about her two glorious days of freedom. She knew she should go out and be social but the weather among other things kept her here. She grabbed a pillow and blanket and threw it on the couch, grabbed a soda, turned on Frank Sinatra, changed into comfy clothes and pulled her hair back out of her face. "There I am ready" she said happily out loud to herself as she dove into the middle of her feathery down blanket.

As her head came out from under the blanket a loud knocking at the door startled her so much she fell off the couch. She jumped up to see who it could possibly be, since she couldn't think of anyone who knew she was home. Caroline crept quietly to the door so she could look out the peephole and screen her unexpected visitor. She looked out just as he was turning away from the door. She stepped back and dropped to the floor as though he could see her through the door. "Michael!" she whispered into the empty room. She thought this was someone she would never see again considering how they had left things when they parted. Michael was that certain someone, you know the one nearly every woman is lucky enough or unlucky enough to have as a part of her life for a time. The one that can stop your heart and shoot butterflies through your soul, but also the one that can hurt you more than you could imagine. "No no no no no no he can't be here! What could he want?" she sat there ranting quietly to the room. "What could seeing him for just a minute hurt?" She realized she was trying to rationalize, but she didn't care. She looked down and noticed she had spilled soda on her white tee shirt and she was wearing sweat pants no, she thought, its best if she didn't open the door to the past. She didn't know how long she sat there on the floor trying to decide if she should open the door. One second it was yes and the next second, no. They had played this game before and some how every time the game starts she feels amazing and happy and every time the game ends, as it usually does she she is the one to get hurt, yet again. Not this time. She decided she just wasn't strong enough to go through it again, so she

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