As she stares into the dark void, no different than any night, one streak of black carefully runs down her cheek. She waits patiently,
to make the one wish she does every night. The one of him, who probably never wastes a wish on her. A wish on a person so perfect it could just be true, if only it could.
She waits because she has faith and believes that her wish will come true when the time comes every night.She lays, thinking about what she should wish for but instead wishes for the same thing over and over each time hoping it would just some day come true. Yes, she wishes for him, each and every night when the clock strikes 11:11. She stares up at the walls and holds her body close to the blankets, hoping, crying, her breath stopping for a moment as she begs. That one night this wish would finally come true. That he, the one left, would maybe come back to her. It's him she wishes for, him. Want to know why? Because he is all she thinks about. She doesn't want anything else but for him to stop ignoring her and to put her back into his life again, she was happier that way. But the minute passes by and tomorrow shes going to be in the same place, wishing for the same thing everytime...him.
