tie up

"Open up!"
Desperate, she covered her ears. She didn't want to see him anymore. Never again. She slowly slid down the door. He was still pounding on the wooden front door, calling her name. She tried to ignore him, not to listen. But it didn't work. He had become a part of her life, a part of herself. She just couldn't banish him.
"Mia! Open the door!"
No.
"Please ...!" His tone softened.
No!
"Please ... let me in ...!"
She could see the mild expression on his face in front of her. Silent tears searched their way down the girl's cheeks.
"... let me with you ...!"
NO!
They shook sobs.
I do not want!
“MIA!” His voice grew louder again, as it had so often before. But this time it was useless. She wouldn't give up! She had made up her mind. Determined for a future without him.
Steps. He went away.
She couldn't go on anymore. Her tears flowed well into the night.The milky light of the moon lit the room. As if in slow motion, she got up and went to the balcony door. The crescent moon sparkled like a diamond in the dark night sky. Longingly, she pressed her hands to the glass.
Nostalgia.
A meter-high wave of feelings, a power stronger than anything else in this goddamn world. A force greater than any will.

The girl stepped out onto the balcony. It leaned against the cold cast iron railing. Her gaze wandered to the crescent moon. A breeze caressed her gently and she felt as if the moon was smiling at her. Congratulations on not giving in.

But suddenly she became painfully aware of the reality.
She was lost. To him. Addicted to his presence. Thirsty for his kisses. Hungry for his love.

An oppressive feeling spread inside her, filled her completely. It closed her throat, causing cold sweat on her forehead. A choked scream that wanted out with all its might.Wanted to be heard!
The pressure increased, she screwed up her eyes.
And suddenly it was over.
A heartbreaking, painful scream slipped from her lips. She screamed with all her might. Released all feelings. Until there was nothing left, except inexhaustible grief, coupled with constant fear and longing. She slumped, trembling.

"Never again," she told herself. And yet she knew that she would be with him again tomorrow.