The Candle
Bella POV.
I took a deep breath, in and out, and slowly turned so I was on my back on the bed.
I slowly opened my eyes and stared directly at the lit lamp overhead. Silent tears where streaming down my face. I didn't say or do anything; I just stared into the blinding light. Trying to wrap my head around the facts that where staring right at me.
He was in another bed, in another town, in another country, on another continent. And as much as I wanted to hate him, I couldn't. Because deep down I trusted him, and I believed that he had a valid reason for not being here when I needed him. I had to believe, like I had to hope that someday he would return for me, and save me from the agony, the loneliness and the suffering.
Deep down, I knew that I loved him, though I would never tell him. At least I would wait, just as I waited for the suffering to come, and for it to end again.
Like I waited to burst up in flames, like everything else.
Waited for the sun to set and for the moon to rise
Waited for our time, the time we could be together again.
I took a deep breath, in and out, and slowly turned so I was lying on my side. I closed my eyes and waited.
