The Room Beyond the Door
He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you."
I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past."
"I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious.
Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs."
I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever.
"Let him in." I sighed.
He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.