One Hundred Years
Patience was an underrated art form.
One which he had mastered.
Perfected.
One hundred years was a long time.
And so, ignoring the rain that lashed down on him in such a way that it brought back tearful memories, he waited.
He could wait for hours, patiently thinking useless thoughts, watching useless sights or humming useless tunes.
He would wait for a hundred years and die a million deaths if he had to.
He would give it up and take it in.
He would do anything.
He would always chose her in a heartbeat.
And so he waited. In the rain. Outside the hospital.
Waited to hear the news.
If his hundred years could be spent with her.
A/N: Short and simple, eh?
I haven't had much time to write today, I'm doing a lot of Beta Reading for people, it's awfully busy!
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