The endpoint

Arya ran into her room and jamming the door close and leaned on the it crying her eyes out.

Seconds later, she heard loud footsteps rushing noisily towards her direction and then stoped right at her doorstep.

"Arya," came his soft voice calling out to her.

"Lets talk about this please,"

Arya sniffed in softly refusing to say a word to him.

"Arya, can hear you crying, I can also feel your weight on the door, I know you can hear me, please say something," Ronald pleaded yet nI response from her.

"Can you atleast open the door?"

"So you can lay your magic hands on me and make me dance to your tune?" Arya cried in her head making sure to fist her palms tight to avoid any contact with the doorknob.

"Fine, I'm going to sit here, lean against you too on this door, and listen yo your cries until you decide to talk to me," Ronald said crouching down to the floor and leaned his back on the door.

They could both feel eachother's weight on the door and their heavy heart beats thumping uncontroll