She waits for him. Every day she sits and waits. The same spot, the same time, every day. Yet, he never comes for her. Sometimes, she'll see him pass by, but he never stops. No matter how loud she screams his name, he just ignores her. He doesn't seem to see the tears streaming down her face, or how she digs her nails into her arm. Even with the blood making it's way to the ground, he doesn't stop. But what she doesn't realize is that no one can see her or that she does in this very spot two years ago, waiting for him.
Creepypasta 2
