The door had given him everything he wanted—everything he needed—for years. All he had to do was ask… imagine… believe… and then go to the door. He had no idea how it worked; magic he supposed. But that part didn’t really matter. What mattered was that it worked. Whatever he wished for, if he really, really meant it, when he opened the door, there it was.
He smiled as he remembered his grandpa showing him the door for the first time. Make a wish he said. All your dreams will be fulfilled. But even then, it wasn’t exactly true.
At ten, he had the best bike on the block; the envy of the neighborhood. That bike was cool. It sparkled in the sunlight with its red paint and blue flames. Nobody had a bike that looked like that.
And it was fast. Seriously fast. He could beat even most of the highschoolers, racing around the neighborhood.
That bike made him awesome. Even now, the memory made him smile.
But not everything he wished through that door was so cool. He learned quickly why grandpa told him never to wish for anything alive. He cried for weeks about that puppy, and even now the thought of it sent chills down his spine.
No. The door had limitations.
But the door also lived up to his expectations is so many ways. The guitar he wished for when he was 16 was directly responsible for his career. He played that thing for hours, shredding his fingers as he learned to play shredding leads.
Because of that guitar, he started a band.
Because of that band, he met a girl.
Because of that girl… that beautiful, perfect girl…
Jeremy scrubbed tears from his cheeks as he remembered the way Melissa’s eyes lit up when she saw that ring. He thought that might have been the best thing he’d ever wished for. The best thing the door had ever given him.
Because of that ring, he got the girl. That beautiful, perfect girl.
Then she got sick. Cancer.
Melissa always wanted kids. She would have been such a good mother. But the surgery stole that from her, and still it didn’t stop the disease. Jeremy sat by her side as months slid by and his beautiful girl disappeared before his eyes.
It didn’t occur to him until the end how much he had been looking forward to making wishes with his children. Their children.
Now there would be no more bikes. No more guitars. No more perfect rings for perfect girls.
Jeremy stared at the door, Melissa’s ring held tight in his fist.
He knew what he wanted.
He didn’t know if it would work, but he had to try something.
He wished harder than he had ever wished, for all the things that would never be.
Then he opened the door, and walked through.
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