Your Presence Is An Open Door Novels & Stories

The floor is cold under my feet. I walked the perimeter slowly. Three steps from wall to wall. Four if I stretch my stride. I stopped at the door and press my palm against it. Nothing happens. No reaction. No response. I closed my eyes for a second and try to reach inward. The Veyrith presence is there but muted. Like trying to hear a voice through water. Someone designed this room knowing exactly what I was That thought lands quietly. A door opens outside. I didn’t move immediately. Then she comes into view.

The thing that was growing in the place where the story used to be. This is survivable. I was going to have to test that hypothesis. His door was open in the way it was always open — cracked, amber light inside, the sound of pages turning. I stood in the doorway. "You left me a note," I said. He looked up. Held my gaze for one measuring second. "I did," he said. "Instead of knocking." "You hadn't invited me to knock." I stood in the doorway and thought about invitations and the particular patience of someone who was willing to wait for one. Who understood the difference between having access and having permission. Who had been present, consistently, without forcing the door.

The world moves slowly, kindly. At the apartment door, I pause. Once, doors meant endings. Loss. Fear. Now, a door is just a beginning. I place my hand on the knob, inhale deeply, and whisper: “I’m still here.” Not broken. Not rebuilding. Not waiting for something to define me. Just here. Alive. Present. Becoming. I push the door open and step inside. And for the first time in years, the world feels gentle enough for me to belong in it.

I could have walked in without being heard and without being seen, but that was not the point There was no reason to be stealthy, this was more about presence. About letting Dante know, without a doubt, that no matter where he went, I could be there too. When I finally stepped up to the door, my knuckles rapped three slow, deliberate times. The door opened, and there she was, kind eyes, silver-threaded hair pulled back into a bun, an apron tied neatly around her waist. She looked exactly like the sort of person who still believed in the kindness of strangers.

He had come seemingly out of nowhere, as if he had sensed my need to reach out, my uncertainty about how to communicate. A rush of emotions washed over me – surprise, curiosity, a hint of apprehension. His presence was unexpected, yet it carried with it a sense of reassurance. In his words, the simplicity of the invitation to open the door held an air of understanding, as if he had somehow intuited the dilemma I had been facing. Stepping forward, I hesitated for a moment before reaching for the doorknob. As I slowly turned it, the door swung open, revealing Alpha Arnold's figure on the other side. His presence, his commanding yet gentle aura, seemed to fill the room.

“On a count of three I'm opening this door are you ready?” I nodded in panic and took my stance… “Three… Two.. One…

Well as soon as you let me in fully. ‘Oh sorry. How do I do that exactly? Is it like an actual veil because all I see here is darkness.’ ‘Picture a door miha. Do you see it in your mind? Once you vision that door do you hear it knocking? That is me Miha. Just open the door and I will do the rest. Are you ready?’

I’m getting through to them. And just as it feels like things are shifting in my favor— The door opens. A charged stillness grips the room, every breath held, every muscle wound tight. I don’t turn. I don’t have to. The weight of the presence at the entrance is unmistakable. Heavy. Unyielding. The room stiffens. And as the silence stretches impossibly thin, a single, undeniable truth sinks deep into my bones— It’s about to be a tough fight, and I’m not backing down.

Period. He procured a fancy looking key from his pocket and opened the door, not bothering to knock. That simple action made me wonder how wonderful it must feel to have a home to come back to and find out that the door would always be open for you- no matter how long you've been away. I pasted a smile on my face to ward off that feeling of longing within me that was becoming more frequent lately just as Adrian stepped aside to let me enter first.

" Jeremy greeted me in a friendly manner as I sat on the cement table while Lance sat on the bench and was just looking at the three of us, excluding Lorilyn. Lorilyn was the only person who wasn't present. "I have a feeling that my sister, Clara, will be preparing a lot." I replied by saying, "So, by the way, here's my invitation for the two of you," and then I handed them the invitation card for my debut later that evening. "You are a member of the 18 Roses, and as such, you are obligated to attend, all right?" I added.