March 1, 2013
There he was in his beige jacket and brown hat, in front of the courtyard. He entered the stairwell on the left. I stood by the door until the bell rang. He walked in and I saw that the relationship was still there shortly afterward, preserved after 9 years. It had been put on hold after I told him to leave me alone at work in frustration. But now it seemed none of that ever happened, and I felt at ease with his cool, soft-spokeness. We watched the Walking Dead. And I remembered our 28 Days Later.