I've Been Waiting For You
A two-story quaint, brick house was snuggled comfortably at the corner of two streets, dead leaves littering the unkempt lawn. The house itself was not much better from the discolored patches that were dotting the roof to the tattered, white shutters hanging from the curtained windows. It seemed as if whoever lived there had quit taking care of their property a long time ago.
Inside seemed to be tidier than outside, but the occasional newspaper or book lay on the floor as if someone just dropped it there and did not bother to pick it up. Picture frames littered one shelve heavily. They were of the same two people, a sparky looking women and a man with bi-colored eyes, posed in different ways that automatically showed they were a couple. Each wooden frame had a heavy coat of dust from neglect.
There was on empty space near the end of the shelve. A picture was missing. How curious.
Things seemed to be dreary and dull by the lack of artificial, and natural, light though the figure of a someone slumped in a chair across the way, in another room, was easily noticeable. The figure suddenly snapped their head up, frantically searching for something, as their head swung back and forth. It stood up swiftly, but had an obvious limp as they passed through a doorway, over to cluttered shelve of snapshots. The curves gave away that it was a women as she reached up to touch the empty space where the one imprinted memory had been removed.
She whispered something faintly that only the spirits could have heard. Turning with cat-like grace, she rushed out of the living room and to the bottom of the stairs. With some difficulty, she made it up the flight and entered the first room to her right. From there, she began her worried search for the missing picture.
After tearing though each room like a madwomen, she had found what she was looking for. Clutching it to her chest, she collapsed on the bed and began to weep. As she pulled it away from her, a picture of the man that occupied every other shot downstairs was staring up at her. His blond hair was ruffled and sticking up in every direction as if he woke up from sleeping. His bi-colored eyes were squinted in annoyance, but the smirk dancing on his lips said otherwise.
Teardrops hit the glass and trickle down the clear solid as she stared at his face. Her brown eyes glowed with grief and pain that had not subsided since the day she had lost him, roughly five years ago.
A knock on the door rattled her as she looked up towards the noise, confusion replacing her pain. She found her composure and wiped away the lingering tears, placing the picture frame back on the bed gently. Slowly, she made her way down the staircase and tucked some dark hair behind her ear as she reached the door. Tugging at her black sweater sleeves, she turned the cold knob and opened the door a bit, peeking out to see who it was.
Her dull eyes widened in disbelief and horror. The man that was standing in front of her was the one she was staring at only a few short moments ago. She continued to stare at his face, tears beginning to form.
"Hello, Lorelei." His voice is gentle, but still held that cheeky undertone as he smiled crookedly.
The dark-haired women, Lorelei, broke down completely as she threw herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck. Her cries were muffled from the fact she had her face buried into the soft fabric of his shirt.
He chuckled softly and wrapped his own arms around her, pulling her close. His head rested on top of hers as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. She had reduced to sniffling and managed to choke out a few words.
"I've been waiting for you."
