"Take some rest,little bird."
My throat died. My footsteps froze on its steps. I felt a hand snaking over my stomach and moving to my neck. He gripped my neck. The hold wasn't tight enough to choke but it wasn't gentle either. It was perfect to show...
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"I need somebody to heal Somebody to know Somebody to have Somebody to hold..."
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I pushed myself up from the bench, exhaustion etched on my face. My gaze drifted to the entrance, anticipation simmering beneath the surface.
"She must be on her way." I told myself for don't know how many times.
Pacing back and forth, my eyes strayed repeatedly to the doorway, longing to catch a glimpse of her. Each passing moment amplified my expectation, my heart suspended in a cycle of hope and frustration.
Dark clouds had consumed the sky, and the weather was rapidly deteriorating. The temperature dropped sharply, carrying a hint of fury. I am worried about her catching cold due to this weather change.
My gaze remained fixed on the entrance, filled with anticipation. Sighing, I settled back onto the bench. The vibrant lights surrounding me served as a stark reminder that I never frequented places like this.
My life had never afforded me such opportunities.
Time crawled at a glacial pace. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours. I remained rooted to the bench, waiting for her arrival. My gaze drifted to my wristwatch: 10:47 p.m. – nearly five hours had passed.
I pulled out my phone to dial her number, only to be greeted by no network. "Fuck this shity network!!" I muttered a curse under my breath. Restless, I paced back and forth, but the signal remained elusive.
Eventually, I returned to the bench, forcing myself to calm down. Another hour ticked by, each passing moment eroding my hope. Doubt crept in.
Was she really coming?
I exhaled deeply, my gaze drifting to the tulips I had bought for her. I gently stroked the bouquet, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my lips.
My bird, my prettiest little bird.
My eyes wandered, and I spotted a cigarette box on the bench's edge, nearly hidden from view. Instinctively, I averted my gaze. No, I vowed, refusing to succumb.
