this is the first time I’ve written anything besides fan fiction in a while 
anyway its rly short but I kinda like it
knocking
The sweet sound of stiletto heels meeting the cold pavement rings throughout the tranquil neighborhood. A girl shuffles away from her vehicle, passing by white picket fence after blue suburban. It was times like these she was reminded of the truth: he was everything she wasn’t. Mature, sophisticated, he was too good for the city she loved. She sighed, licking her thumb in a crude attempt to clean up her appearance. She thought the running makeup looked nice, but he would call her a mess.
2602, 2603, 2604… Mailbox number two thousand six hundred five. She recalled the smile she wore last time her hair flew past his mailbox. One of adoration, love, complete idiocy. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she smiled, it was a bittersweet symphony of emotions. The stillness of thee neighborhood was jarring in the evening. The abandoned tricycles and baseball bats scattered along the perfect green lawns; she frowned at the thought of what she ruined.
In the reflection of the screen door she saw herself. Her fingers ghost over the faux diamonds jeweling her neck and she squeezes her eyes shut, taking a breath. She reaches for the handle, pulling the screen door back before a fist hovers over the old mahogany front door. The slight tremor of her hand is blamed on the wind. She tightens her fist, steadying her stance. She had no choice in this matter. It would make the heartbreak worth it.
Knock, knock, knock
She steps back, eyes wide as shuffling is heard behind the door.
A creak.
A pause. Two eyes find each other, staring mouths agape.
“You’re his wife?”
“Who the hell are you?”