Carefree and Wilful - May/MaxieHe was sitting at his working table and was hovering over a stack of documents, which had to be signed by the time of tomorrow evening.
There was a penetrate, pulsing pain behind his forehead and he rubbed his nasal back with two fingers in a pitiful attempt to relieve his suffering.
Without any success.
His eyes were burning and it would be the best for him, if he would just shove the pile aside. However, he knew, he could not.
There was a knock on the door, as he took the pen again.
Who was this and why was this person disturbing him?
His words, that he did not want do be disturbed, were seemingly not working.
He sighed irritated and decided to simply ignore the person outside.
Hopefully that she would disappear again.
Seconds passed by and he could hear his own hear rate.
It was so damn quiet.
He did not dare to move.
Damn, he could not work concentrated this way.
The knocking came again. This time it was louder, more aggressiv.
Whoever stood out there … wanted a reaction, an