Ten steps more,
Aren't those the number of times she lost the battles she fought?

Seven steps more,
Aren't those the number of people who broke her trust?

Five steps more,
Aren't those the number of scars she got on every Twilight?

Three steps more,
Aren't those the number of people who she called family, which barely meant anything.

One step more,

And she twisted the cold gritted doorknob.