She would lie in bed willing the salty tears not to come, as she just wished to be held. To be loved. She knew people out in the harsh reality of the world she lived in, loved her but not in the way she wanted. She wanted, she needed someone to keep her warm in the winter, she needed someone to make her smile, she needed someone to love her unconditionally despite her faults and someone to grow old with.
Ever since she was 15, like most girls she looked forward to sharing her life with someone. At first she thought it would be that boy in her science class, then it was the pizza delivery boy in college and then her professor. Now the main man in her life had caught her attention, her partner, her friend and her lifeline.
Her life had become tedious, not a lot of excitement, not a lot of change. Work, cases, field work, eating and sleep were the main attractions. Except when a certain man stepped into her home or workplace then her life lit up in fireworks and her heart turned to mush. But on the outside she tried and portrayed herself as someone different than on the inside.
You know when you just wake up and wish something would change, something would happen to bring you out of this continuous dreary life your living? She looked forward to that day, the day she would find her soul mate. Upon hearing the theory of soul mates she dismissed it as a myth something completely irrational and with no scientific evidence. But she wasn't always this cold, this cynical. On the outside she portrayed herself to her friends and colleges as someone who needed physical scientific proof to reason everything. But deep down were no one had reached yet, she truly believed that everyone had a soul mate. It saddened her that not everyone found theirs, but some did and that gave her hope. She clutched onto her pillow as the sun rose on yet another day.
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This just happened when I was supposed to be studying, oops.
Oh and those who are reading/following 'Do you even Care?' I will return to that soon, I promise, sorry it has been forever! I have actually written some the next chapter for 'Do you even care' but it's not what I want it to be yet.
This story will be very short maybe 2 or 3 short chapters and with large gaps of time between each once. But anyway let me know what you think.
Note: Just read over this again. God I made her sound a little suicidal! I'm sorry if she came across that way, she isn't supposed too, just a little sad and lonely.