A/N: This is part of my personal goal of writing one faberry drabble/ficlet a day for the 7 week hiatus. Tell me what you think! Review please!
When you look back at Junior year, the only thing you see is a blur of swirling images and the only steady thing being the hazel eyed girl at the end of the hall. You think of all the hidden meanings in conversations. The looks that were exchanged. The shy kisses behind the school.
You think of her asking you to wait. She wasn't ready and she just needed you to wait. But you were always impatient. So when Senior year started you had a boyfriend and she had pink hair. Everyone thought she had changed but only you knew what she was the same heartbroken girl behind the heavy makeup and dark clothes.
So now, as she lay broken in the hospital bed, you think back on all the times you should have told her how much she meant to you. You think of all the times you chose him over her because you were scared. You think of how you didn't even realize you loved her until you were about to give yourself to the wrong person.
So you sit. And you hold her delicate hand in yours. And you wait. Hoping that this time will be the last time, and that it will be enough.