Disclaimer: Not mine.

Spoilers: Nope

Summary: I saw you standing there, waiting for something or maybe someone. What are you waiting for?

Notes: Prequel of sorts to Knowing Me, Knowing You

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I ask myself- why would anyone want to be out on a night like tonight? It's cold out here, my breath comes out in short puffs, forming clouds in the crisp air. My eyes look upon the sky.. It's cloudy tonight but the moon still lights the way for us restless folk. That's if anyone else is crazy enough to be out here.. On a night like this. A cold, crisp winter night.. A night where, I don't even know where I'm going. And then I saw you..

I saw you standing there..

As I turned around the corner, I saw you- leaning against the brick wall. Your hair is down spilling over your shoulders .. Shielding most of your face from view. But I still saw you.. I saw your eyes, focused somewhere off in the distance.. Your head ducked for a moment, nimble fingers parted the silken curtain.. Strands of rebellious hair were tucked behind one ear. Then you looked up again, your face half shadowed and half illuminated by the moonlight above.

Are you waiting for someone?

I saw your mouth, your lips parted enough for you to expel a small breath.. Enough for you to sigh. You wrap your arms around your body, your weight shifts from one foot to the other.. You're no longer leaning against the brick wall.. But you're not standing straight either. You're still just standing there, your face half in the shadows and half bathed in the moonlight. Then you shift, like you know you're being watched..

I probably look like a stalker.

This isn't the first time I've watched you.. But this is the first time I've seen you like this. Looking like a shell of the woman you are backstage.. Looking like you only have a fraction of the fiery passion for life you display. Here, in this light.. You look more human than you ever have. More vulnerable than you would ever want to.. Or perhaps this is just another side of yourself.. A side that you don't want others to see.

But I see you.

I've seen you go through hell and back.. I've watched you suffer at other's hands.. I've watched you feel pain at your own hands. I've heard your laughter, watched you smile and watched you live like there is no tomorrow. You strike me as the type who doesn't stand around and wait for others.. But I still see you standing there..

What are you waiting for?

And then I see him.. I see him approaching from the opposite direction, his hands are hidden in his jacket pockets. His face is half hidden by the hood of his jacket.. And he's watching you too. You let out another sigh, you stand a little bit straighter now.. And now there's a smile on your face. A smile for him…not for me. You see him as he comes closer to you, there's a sparkle in your eyes now.. A look just for him. I should probably leave now..

But I still watch..

I see him reaching out to you and I see you going to him. Like you have, many times before. He looks happy.. You look happy.. And now you're walking away.. Always walking away. But before you can completely disappear from view.. You give a backward glance.. He stops as well, looking at you.. Watching you like I'm watching you. But then you shake your head, say that it was nothing.. Maybe it is just nothing. My eyes follow as you walk away, snow is starting to fall now.. Distant laughter echoes in my ears.

I saw you..

Waiting for him.. The woman who seemingly waits for no one.. And yet you wait for him. Maybe I was a fool for standing here and watching you.. Knowing somehow that you were waiting for him. But maybe one day that will change.. Maybe one day, you'll wait for me.. Maybe that day will never be.. I don't write my own destiny.. So until then.. I'll just keep watching.. Waiting for the day that you open your eyes.. Waiting for the time when you wait for me..

Waiting for the day that you see me.