He was walking up and down, talking to himself.

""I can't look at those eyes... My voice shouldn't tremble when talking...
Nor should my hands... How many times has it been that you've come to the door and gone away? I have to speak out this time... I must be strong and decisive... and reasonable... I can. I can.""
His hands were sweaty. His eyes were anxious.
He had approached the door handle many times and left it untouched.
""I can. This time...""
And he opened the door...
...
The room was empty