Thursday Feb. 28th 2008
Who: Lyle and ingrid What: The Meeting When: Thursday Evening Where: Ingrid's Room Rating: R
It felt like walking to death row. Ingrid's door loomed before him life safety reinforced fire-resistant doom. He knew Ingrid was in there because he could feel her there, and it felt like coming home. It made him sick. At first he just stood there, too angry and scared to go inside. She would know he was there. Hell, she'd known he was at this school. He hated her more than he could ever possibly say, but he knew he also wanted her desperately.
Finally he raised his hand to knock, paused, grabbed the handle and went inside. She was expecting him, and while she might have locked the door to make his anticipation greater, what better way to torture him than to make him come in himself? Force himself to accept what was? Her room looked precisely like it should- unexpected, like it was trapped in a time that it did not belong in. His heart felt heavy as he closed the door behind him, a nail in his coffin.