A/N Wow it's been ridiculously long. Sorry about that. I haven't written a new story in ages and only found this while cleaning out my computer (another thing I had not done for ages). I hope everyone likes this and I'll try to upload more stories if I find them, but seeing as I'm in the middle of exams in my senior year...well yeah...Enjoy!
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She stared out the window in silence. The mist rolled over the ground, coating everything in a calm, silent gray. The world was quiet and all was still. The horizon was bare and her eyes were empty. He was not coming back. Not yesterday, not today and probably not tomorrow. How long had it been since she had last seen him? A week? A month? It was so long ago and her mind was fuzzy.
He had promised to come back. Said nothing in the world would stop him. Yet so far, his promise had not done her any good. She was still waiting for him to appear. It might have been fruitless but there was nothing else she could do. A promise was a promise and she refused to let it die. It was all she had left. Everything depended on the promise and she knew that without it, she would simply cease to be.
It was possible that he had forgotten or that he didn't care, but she refused to dwell on it. It would do her no good.
The pillow slid against the wood as she shifted again. The wooden sill had become her new home ever since he had left and she knew it would stay as her home until he returned. The wind howled outside and the mist continued to roll on, never staying in one place, constantly changing and adapting. He was like that, she mused. He was always adapting to a new situation, a new demand, a new problem. Maybe he had moved on. Gotten tired and decided to see something, or someone, new? She shook her head, he would not do that. If there was one thing he stood for, despite all the adapting that was necessary, it was that he believed in keeping firm roots when it came to relationships of any kind. Things never went beyond what they were meant for and they never changed unless it was impossible to keep things the way they were. He loved the lack of change in something where change could mean many things, most which would not play in his favour.
She sighed and then sat upright. A shadow was approaching and as it silently drew closer, she smiled as her eyes teared up. She knew that walk anywhere and there was no mistaking his hairstyle; it was one of a kind. She simply stared out the window, even as the figure passed her line of sight and entered the house. She continued to stare, not believing that it was real, not believing that he was actually home and not a figment of her imagination.
Her smile grew into a grin as she heard the door open behind her and she saw his reflection in the glass. She could only laugh as tears fell down while his arms wrapped around her waist and his comforting presence enveloped her. She was truly home now, and from the way he was hugging her, she knew she would be home for a long time yet. His promise had come true, "I will come back, because I promised you a home now and forever more, and I cannot leave until that promise is fulfilled."