Brotherly Love Turned Soar

Reynold’s P.O.V

I hear crawling footsteps approaching the door. I suspect quite well that she knows why I am at her doorpost this early. I tried as much as I could to maintain my composure and not yell or shout out her name as I used to.

Patience Reys, I mutter inwardly forcing my desperate nerves to relax.

“Who’s there?” She mutters in a tiny voice.

Saying nothing back to her, I stand still keeping mute.

She peeks through the pinhole in her door from inside and I could see her white eyeballs from the tiny glass in the pinhole of her wooden door.

She tries to make a scene by holding on to keep me suspended, but simultaneously, she staggers and keeps swinging the door handle down.

Is Val trying to use me to play games?

She acts this way sometimes especially when she’s scared that she has messed up.

I am very sure she’s seen me.

Val’s P.O.V

Reynolds knocks again ferociously.

The knock on my bedroom door wasn’t polite. It was a staccato barrage.