He walked barefoot from the soft carpet to the door, silently, and lifted his hand, his fingers gently pressing against the door panel.
He slowly closed his eyes.
"Philip Shaw, open the door for me, do you hear me!"
Her voice was somewhat cracked, sounding a bit hoarse. The solid door shook slightly as she kicked it, making one wonder just how much energy was hidden within her petite frame.
He closed his eyes, as if he could envision Aldana Candi standing at the door, as though he could feel her warmth through the door panel with his palm.
It was all just imagination after all...
He stood by the door for a while, then slowly turned around, sat on the sofa, and leaned back.
The darkness brought silence.
In the darkness, he could distinctly feel his bodily functions gradually shutting down, like a rusty machine slowly beginning to be stained with rust.
He was dying.
…
At some point, it became quiet outside the door. Philip Shaw suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness.
