I waited here for you. Staring out of the foggy window, tears hidden by my locks of ivory hair.
But you never came, you never came back.
What happened to our promise, the one we swore upon. Was it a lie as well?
I stayed up all night, staring out onto the street illuminated by a single dull yellow streetlight, but the road stayed silent and empty.
With a tired hand I wiped away my tears, and smiled a bitter smile, because I knew you weren't coming home.
I had slipped back into my old school girl uniform as the sun set, the one that reminded me of all our adventures, trying in vain to feel some kind of connection once more.
I even brushed my hair down like I used to, hiding my eyes from view as I watched through the curtain of tresses, wishing that you would sneak back into my life.
I clutched the armrest of the worn chair with my hands, my manicured nails digging into the soft fabric, but you still didn't come.
And I didn't once close my eyes, scared if I blinked I would miss you.
So now I will stand up, stretching the kinks out of my sore back, stiff from a night spent awake. I will walk into the bedroom we once shared and I will put these clothes to rest once more. I will pull my hair back, and I will reveal my red eyes to the world.
But right now, as the sun has yet to creep above the horizon, I can pretend you are still coming.
That you are still coming home to me.
Sorry it is so short. Orginally it was merely a picture with writing, you can check it out at DeviantArt. Labeled I waited, artist- same as my pen name.
I kinda was in a sad mood...
