She walks down the empty hallway in search of a quiet and cool place to get head together and stops in front of a set of old, French double doors. Hesitating, she pushes them open, revealing a steel and narrow walkway that opens up to a small balcony. She walks onto it, tentatively, fearing what? That it was going to fall away at her feet?

The cool night air envelopes her in a whisper of a breeze and she welcomes it gratefully as it lifts some of the sweat off her face and body. The balcony shakes slightly under her from the music pumping in the dance hall. She smiles wistfully in that direction. Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes and inhales deeply, smiling at the calm serenity that overcomes her body. She opens her eyes and leans on the railing with her forearms, her face scrunching while her thoughts scatter aimlessly in multiple directions. A soft padding of footsteps break her away from her erratic thoughts and she frowns, turning towards the direction of the unwelcome visitor.

“I thought I might find you here,” he whispers.

She sighs. “Well, you found me. What is it, Brayden?”

He shrugs. He didn’t expect for it to be like this and now, he doesn’t know how to continue the conversation. “I just wanted to see you.” Stick to something simple, his mind told him.

She blinks, surprised at his directness. Slowly, she says, “You see me. What else did you wanna say?”

After an achingly long pause, he says, “Let’s talk about what happened two weeks ago.” His eyes burn with determination and uncertainty. His jaw tenses as he waits for her reply.

To be continued…

[Inspired by: A set of French style doors in a hallway at a party I was attending that I happened to walk past on my way in.]

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Author’s Note –

Aaaaand scene.

As you can probably guess. I never continued it. I didn’t feel the need to. I wrote this piece over 8 years ago and rereading it makes me cringe every time. My style of writing (and grammar) definitely developed, changed, and improved, but this story holds a spot near and dear to my soul because it was one of the first scenes I really ever wrote.

I realized I haven’t posted in about 18 days because I was writing, and because I kept going back and forth on posting the first scene for the whole world to see. Even if the whole world won’t see it, it’s now out there and accessible. It’s absolutely terrifying. My heart is pounding a mile a minute even typing this section right now, anticipating posting this. But, I realized we have to take the first step eventually and even if you fall and it sucks, we still did it. This is my first step.

Just a few housekeeping things –

• I title all the scenes I write with the date and time I wrote the particular scene. I don’t know why I do it, but I’ve always done it this way.
• I will always put under the scene an Author’s Note explaining anything I feel necessary.
• I will try to add under the scene what inspired me to write the particular scene. It’s quite interesting looking back and seeing sometimes the randomest of things that inspired me to form this whole play by play in my head.

Thank you for reading.

– xox, Jay.Lee