A/n: Here's another drabble, yay! Don't know what to say about it...it takes place after the series but before the movie, so it might be considered spoilerly if you haven't seen the end of the series, but I'm not sure. :)
If something anticipated arrives too late it finds us numb, wrung out from waiting, and we feel - nothing at all. The best things arrive on time.
Dorothy Gilman, A New Kind of Country, 1978
#26 Her Reason
She waited for him, for two years she waited for him
For the day he would come back home.
The day he would knock on their door, asking her to fix his broken arm.
For nearly two years she had stared out her window, watching for him to come down that dirt road.
But he never did.
And as time went on she began to lose that hope that put her to sleep every night, and pushed her to her window each day.
No longer did she stare out across the hills, looking for the faintest hint of his red coat
Sometimes she would go without watching for him for days before going to her window once more.
She couldn't keep it up, she couldn't continue to live on a false hope.
She couldn't keep wasting away her life on someone who wasn't there.
She knew he would come back someday.
But when that day came he would come to her.
He would come back to her someday, knocking on her door, with that goofy 'I'm sorry' smile he always gave her.
But until then she would live her life, she wouldn't rot away peering through a looking glass with nothing to see.