Open the door

"Samuel's point of view,"

"Miss Neve, open your door."

Like a teenager trying to convince his sweetheart to go to the prom, I was standing outside her door and slamming on the knob.

What the hell am I doing here?

Why I am standing here and slamming her door for it to open.

Why should I be concerned about her?

I'm here to convince her that her wrath is not good for my baby.

Oh really? Are you attempting to deceive yourself or me? My subconscious irritatedly questioned me.

I have no idea why I am waiting for her to open the door while I stand here. I've had enough digging through my mind for the answers to these nagging questions.

You're envious of Scarlet and Harry's friendship, Samuel.

No, I can't do that. Why would I be envious of Harry?

So why did you destroy her phone while she was speaking to Harry? My subconscious has made me accept that I am envious, but I refuse to accept this.

She spoke to him without my consent, so I broke her phone.

And why does she require your