Mine

A knock on my door causes me to look up, making me finally move from the curled postion I've been in for the past few hours.

I wonder who it is, I'm not expecting anyone to come see me. Maybe they came to finally throw me out of the house, they all seemed really angry then.

I kept staring at the door expecting the person to come in because the door wasn't locked.

When the person knocks a second time, I am forced to voice out a ‘come in’, my eyes still on the door waiting to see who was at my door.

Slowly the door opens, and Saint walks into the room slowly, his shoes clicking against the tiled floor.

He sweeps the room with his eyes and his lips form a frown when he doesn't see me.

“Micini?" He calls out, his voice sounding cold and yet my name coming from his lips sends some sort of heatwave down my body.

Come to think of it, I don't think he has ever said my name.

“I'm down here." I say, barely audible. I don't think he heard me. I'm about to clear my throat and talk a bit louder