A lot can happen in the doorway of a room.

The boys' brow furrowed lightly as he shook his head, stepping back and closer to the safety (?) of his bedroom. When he reached back, relief flooded through him as his pale hand met the rough plaster. As his own mother continued yelling at him in a way that was going to make him both deaf, and blind, but he continued to slowly move back.

(AKA the time I couldn't find an appropriate title and then it came to me in a Starbucks) Previously titled Slowly Fading. Important decisions are made in hallways. Forwards or back, left or right, kiss him or don't kiss him. Wait, one of these is not like the others

If this wasn't real, then what was?