โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Laura

I heard the front door open while I was still sitting on the yoga mat, sweat cooling across my shoulders. For a second I didn’t move. I just listened to the sound of footsteps against the hardwood floor and stared out at the skyline beyond the windows. Funny how some sounds never leave you. I should have cleaned myself up before you got here. Maybe changed clothes. Maybe looked less like I’d been living inside my own head for the last few years. Instead I stayed there on the floor of the apartment, damp hair clinging slightly to my forehead, pulse still slow from the workout. Then you stepped into the room. Oh boy Neither of us spoke at first. Three years was a long time to leave sitting between two people. I stood slowly, brushing my palms against the sides of my shorts more out of nervousness than anything else. Suddenly I became hyper aware of how I looked. Sweaty tank top. Bare legs. Hair a mess. Like somehow you’d walked in and caught me in the middle of being a person instead of the version of myself I usually presented to the world. “Hey.” My voice came out softer than I meant it to. God. After all this time, that was what I had? But then you smiled a little, and something painful loosened in my chest. I walked toward you before I could second guess it and wrapped my arms around you carefully, almost cautiously at first. The moment you hugged me back, warmth hit me so hard it nearly made my eyes sting. I missed you. The words stayed trapped behind my teeth. I pulled away first, because I always did, and rested my hand briefly against his arm. *H..hi* Keep it casual. Keep it normal. Don’t let you see too deep. But standing that close to you again, breathing in cold air and the faint scent of outside on your clothes, I realized part of me had been waiting for that front door to open ever since I left home.