Mystic Note: So… I have decided that my work shouldn't put me on returns if they want me to be productive… because returns is boring and that causes my little mind to wander and usually I come up with story ideas… This is a result of them putting me on returns about 4 days ago… Hope you all like.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea and the words that I wrote … which technically… can someone even own words…
Not Today
She stood there, staring out at the extensive ocean. The same place that she had stood two years ago, when her world was remaking itself. Watching as the world, that he was on, floating away as it rebuilt itself.
He had done it. He had saved all the worlds. Well not just him because, of course, he had had help, in the form of a dog, a duck, and a mouse. The boy had always made the weirdest friends.
That thought allowed a pained chuckle to escape her pink lips. She had just called herself weird and that meant their other friend was weird too. Their other friend… The one that he had left to find, leaving her standing on this very beach, watching as he slowly floated away, because not living as the three of them would be too hard.
He had promised to return. He was never one to break a promise. He never had broken a promise he made. He probably never would. It just wasn't him.
Thoughts of him and his promise were what brought her here everyday, rain of shine, to stare at the ocean, waiting. Waiting for him to appear, to be with her, bringing their other friend with him, so the three of them could be together again. Not like they were before because too much had happened to be like they were. They would have to start over again, but at least they would be together.
But now almost two years had past. Two long years of waiting, hoping, praying, wanting, needing, and watching with nothing to show for it. Everyone told her to forget, just like they had. Forgotten the bright ecstatic boy who could chase away the darkness with just one smile. But she couldn't bring herself to completely forget. Given she couldn't quite remember his face or his name, but she remembered that there should be someone else with her.
Twilight comes over the islands, forcing her to retreat to her house. But only to wait till tomorrow to stand watch, waiting for his promised return.
Lying in her bed, she thinks of a boy she can't remember. Almost asleep, she will sit straight up in her bed, staring at her window, holding her breath. The reason being that she could have sworn that she saw him there, coming home to her, only to be met with an empty window and crushed hope.
As she lays back she repeats the same thing she has told herself since the day he left. "He'll come back. He promised he would and I believed him. I still do." This helps calm her and renew her hope, believing that one day he will return as promised, but obviously that day isn't today.