Wait
1Elli
He said he'll make me all better. I smiled brightly and nodded my head, hope filling my heart and mordantly shooing all the pain away. He told me he'll just be gone for a moment that he'll come back as soon as he's done. I nodded my head and waited for his return.
Seconds wasted.
Minutes done.
Hours passed by and days had gone by quickly.
He hadn't come back for me. My eyes, they sting from the tears, my face wet with tears that seem to be pouring down from my eyes. I felt my heart getting crushed harder and harder as I heard the clock tick without abandon. I wanted the feeling to go away.
A song played in my head, it seemed to taunt me. I needed help, I needed somebody—anybody—I needed him. I cried myself to sleep for those restless days. I can only look at the closed door with a pained expression etched on my face.
I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. I wanted to make myself feel that there was still hope yet. I wanted to see him even for one last time to assure myself that he indeed came back for me just like he had promised. In my dreams, I want him to at least be different from what he was in real life.
Like drums in my ears, my heartbeat slowed down and faded gradually. Like the ink in his paintings, I too have dried up and will be just like any other forgotten piece. Faceless, nameless, and utterly forgotten.
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