I kept telling myself that he would be arriving soon, he was just a bit late. Like maybe his train got delayed (if trains can even do that) or maybe he couldn't pick up a ride on the highway. Something like that because his constant absence left me feeling something other than just sadness and pity. Something that I had hidden deep inside of me but was still there, brewing beneath the surface.
I still waited, nonetheless. I still counted down the days and listened at the door for any hint of a sound or a knock. I still waited and waited and waited.
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the flowers; h.s.
Fanfictionthe flowers are a symbol of her presence but his absence.
