The glow of the desk lamp is a warm yellow; causing long shadows to form on the walls and floor. A mahogany desk holds the lamp, amongst other seemingly insignificant objects, such as a jar of paperclips, a clean stack of files, and two pens neatly aligned on the right side of the desk. A black clock rests on the wall opposite the desk. The night seems to smother all sound.
A man paces the room. His feet made a slight scuffing sound each time he stepped on the plush maroon carpet. A slender hand slides through his slicked back hair. It was a twisted tradition the man had. He'll sit and wait until he was practically vibrating with tension, before he'll finally stand and pace the room. Occasionally he will glance at the clock on the wall to the watch on his wrist, to the dark window. He'll touch the leather wristband he always has on before he lets his mind wander to the one who gave it to him.
'Where is he?' He'll think, 'He's never been this late before.' And he will believe this statement, even though it is a lie; for he is always late. A terrified feeling will well in his chest and his heart will race. Horrible scenes flash before his eyes and he nearly jumps out of his skin when the door opens. He will rush to the man at the door and scoop his arms around his broad back. They will stay there for a long time, just hugging in the doorway.
"You're late," he will mumble into the man's shoulder as relief overwhelmed his body.
"I know, love, I'm sorry," the other will say, stroking the man's black hair with a loving hand.
"I was worried," he will say as embarrassment flushes his cheeks.
"I know you were. I'll hurry next time," this statement is a lie.
"Don't. I'd rather you come back late than not at all," he will respond quickly, as this is a dance they've danced many times. The black-haired man will look at his British partner, brown eyes connecting with grey and it is in that moment that the two will fully understand their love for the other. They will release but grip each other's hands tightly before walking into the bedroom and curling into each other. The younger will ask the elder how it went, and the older man will respond, "I'm here aren't I?" and the man will nod into the other's chest and relax into the older man's arms as they drift off to sleep.
But that will be later. Right now, a man paces the room lit by a yellow light as he anxiously awaits the return of the man he loves.
This was short but I'm really proud of it:) let me know what you think!