It hurts, it thought. It hurts terribly to sit down and wait. Why does it hurt? Because it will not be changed until your dying breath.
Touching the ground… such a weird texture…it would panic and flee if it wasn't for the promise made…yesterday?
"I will be back"
This promise was made tomorrow, in fact.
A smile. Just two more days at the most…the wait is near its end!
It has been repeating this to itself for two years, now.
It curls itself into a little black ball. How cold are its hands…maybe it is the rain. The rain…doesn't it burn? Yes, it does. Maybe that is why it hurts, after all!
Maybe she has already returned.
It opens its big purple eyes and looks up at the grey sky. She must be there, protecting it from the rain, a pissed off look on her adorable little face, ready to scold it for making she wait in the rain.
Isn't it sad that illusions are bound to be just illusions, to the end?
One by one, the raindrops hit the delicate surface, burning it, breaking it, blinding it. The enderman does not look away, thought. The wait has turned it into some statue, unable to feel anything but the heartbreaking boredom.
Blindness could have brought it some comfort, but it didn't. Maybe even a real life hallucination! A deep comma state! Anything! No. The rain washed the person away from its dreams, along with the lights and the colors.
It didn't stop looking up.
Isn't it all about blind hope? It doubts it. Maybe it has gone crazy, broken by the time spent, minute after minute, minute after minute, trapped in that old time paradox.
Each piece of time can be broken into smaller ones infinite times.
Doesn't that mean time is just an illusion? What about space? Wouldn't' it all be a lie?
She won't come back, will she?
Its hand shakily breaks through the foggy darkness and the burning rain. Nothing. Don't be ridiculous, life is not a movie. She won't be back like that.
How long has it waited? No lies or illusions this time.
No more than a few minutes.
Will she come back for it?
She has never been there.
It sighs and stands up, breaking the rain, the blindness, the pain, the time, the boredom, the love, the wait…
Revealing the game, the theater, its act and scene.
It walks away, smiling.
Enough drama for today.