I stood on your porch, shaking for a full minute. I started to step away twice. I told myself I was making a big deal out of nothing, that I should just go back and deal with it like I always did. What made you stay? I asked. She smiled into my shoulder. I saw the light under your door, she said. And I thought, if anyone is awake at this hour, it is the guy who guards empty buildings all night.
And something in me hoped you were the kind of person who would answer. I let that sit for a second. I am glad you were right, I said. She turned her face toward me, eyes soft in the porch light. “So am I,” she said. I kissed her then, not rushed, not scared, just sure. The street was quiet. The kind of quiet I used to think meant emptiness.
Now it felt full, like the world was holding its breath for us in a good way. My name is Mason. I am 24. I work night shifts in a warehouse and live in a small house across from the woman who knocked on my door at 3:00 in the morning and whispered, “Please do not let me go back alone.” I open the door and I am
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