I'm so frozen on the outside. Just standing here. I smile occasionally, but it's like it's painted across my face. It's not real. It's just an illusion. I'm so cold... just standing here. Waiting. For you.
Maybe you thought I didn't want to come. Maybe you don't know I got ready at 3:20, even though we were meeting at 7:30. Maybe you don't know when you asked me to come here I almost danced inside. Maybe because I only nodded you think I didn't want to come?
Your the one that's not coming.
I've been waiting for an hour, Jack. One whole hour. In the cold. Standing here. Convincing myself you'll come.
But you won't, will you.
Tomorrow you'll come upto me, all apologetic, and say something about something coming up, when really you met someone in a bar, or on the street, or you were with one of the others. You'll tell me these lies and I'll believe you. Because no matter how much you do this I'll still want to be with you, even though it's so wrong. Just for one moment of being with you, just for one minute, I'd give up years with anyone else.
Of course you don't know that. If you did would it make a difference? At all?
I sigh, look around one more time, and start to walk away.
"Hey!"
I turn, wanting to believe, yet trying not too...
"I'm sorry. End of the world scenario, couple of dead people, lots of screams, do you think it'll still be open?"