I was alone in a dark room waiting, waiting. Just sitting there wanting him to come my tail swished back and forth in wait and dark shadow was always intriguing, how it fell and rose so gracefully and how his delicate hands flicked through books ever so softly, ever so silently. I got up slowly and began to pace, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back an forth. I began thinking about him taking me to the library and reading me one of the tales from the Arabian Nights. His voice was like honey and as cold as dry ice but I loved him unconditionally. For him, he loved my writing and my stories but not so much my loathing for everything I wrote, for it was never good enough for me. I sat down again and took a pen in my hand, writing "On this floor no one lived for everyone thought it haunted" I heard footsteps and looked up a glint of hope in my eyes but it soon fanished just as it had come, it was only Xigbar coming down to get some paper and a pencil. He nodded to me and left walking fast. He should be here by now, i thought, what if he stood me up? I wished I could hear his voice, to tell the tales of theiving children and vast deserts but now he wasn't there so just got up and left to my room carrying my notepad so I could write in bed with all the lights off. I opened my bedroom door and was greeted by none other than... no one. I sat on my bed and started writing again "They say it was haunted by the ghost of a girl called Namine who vanquished any memories you had and killed you" No one will read this, I thought, only Zexion because he likes reading. Why wasn't he here? Where was he? Who was he with if he was with anyone? What was he doing? When will he get here? All of these questions ran through my head and I just laid there listing to the rain pitter-patter on the sill. Pitter-patter pitter-patter, and that was what I fell asleep to, pitter-patter pitter-patter.