One Kind or Another~58

Oak hesitated to climb up the historical wooden wide stairs on the way up toward the attic. Oak sighed and took every step. And every step had her mind taking back from that small box and single large window traumas. Oak can feel her feet get heavy. The wood creaks as she step forward. Her sweat drip from the side of her temple. She gulped down as she stood in front of a half moon wooden door. It was designed like a fantasy but for Oak it was nothing but the same room where she was detained.

Nod stood by thr garden and caught a glimpse of Oak fidgeting nervously in front of the door. Nod suddenly recalled that her wounds, bonadage, stigma and chains strated within an attic. Nod clenched his fist. He also had this unpleasant memory of strand within his pouch. Nod stood there watching her from below. He can see that her hand were trembling as she reached out on the door knob. She held the wooden knob for too long as she released it once more.