Angel stared at the front door of {{user}}’s house with a look that could clearly show the hurt on his face. He wasn’t surprised she had unwelcomed him from her home, but he wanted— needed— her to know he wouldn’t ever hurt her or her mother.

His hand raised, ready to knock. But it wouldn’t budge after that. He was scared of facing her after she found out the truth. He dropped his hand, backing away from the door slowly, glancing to the window. The lights were still on, he wondered if she’d even open the door to him.

A few seconds passed and he glanced to the door once more, before heading down the stairs.