[212] Regrets, Their Regrets.

Alan looked at the house with mixed thoughts, while his sister urged him to go on.

He stopped at the door, and as he was about to knock, he hesitated.

For a moment, a shred of hesitation clearly displayed his thoughts, his actual feelings.

Or was it really hesitation? Or could it be said to be fear?

*Thump*

His heart thumped, the amount of sweat on his brows increasing...it was such a sudden change.

He felt that it wasn't him that was shaking...but then again he felt it was.

Inside of him was a fear...a fear of something he was yet oblivious to.

His hand, which was about to knock on the door stopped again...and shook.

'Should I do it?'

He hesitated.

'Should I do it?'

He was afraid.

But then.

*Knock**Knock!*

The sound of knocking shook him out of his stupor.

It wasn't him...it was rather his sister.

He took deep breaths...and before he could come to a conclusion the door opened.