this is just a little snippet of a piece that i posted on fanfiction.net when boredom got the best of me. i actually liked it resulting work.

Now would be a good time to talk to her, the familiar voice said to him, coming back to ring in Brady’s ears.

Right now?

No time like the present, my friend. You know that’s why you’re here.

What do I do? What do I say?

The voice no longer replied to him. He was on his own if he wanted to see Chloe. He mustered up enough nerve to step onto her porch, realizing that he had never stood on it before. His hand trembled as he reached for the doorbell and then it quickly fell back to his side.

“I can’t do this,” Brady told himself. “It doesn’t feel right talking to her when she’s upset; I’m the last person she’d want to see.”

As if answering his lack of confidence, the sun seemed to radiate so brightly just then, right at his feet and moving up his legs. The sun — it had always been such a traitor to him for as long as he could remember — was finally shining on him. It was urging him towards something that could possibly give him the deliverance he had never found in anything, not even his retired faith in that divine being who was supposed to provide him with love and care. But the light could also be pushing him towards pain, rejection, and more pain.

Brady dropped his hand for the last time and stared solemnly at Chloe’s white front door. He shoved his clammy hands into his pockets and turned away from the light’s failed attempt at luring him into another heartache. Silently, he continued the rest of his morning jog.