A/n: this has so many errors wowza
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Time is frozen, standing still.
I sat in the waiting room for three days straight.
Three.
Fucking.
Days.
Riley would bring me sandwiches and water every couple hours.
I just stared.
I stared at the wall.
And I waited.
I just... waited.
For something to happen.
For anything to happen.
To see Brooklyn's face again.
To see her smiling and happy.
To see her enjoying her foamy latte.
To see her...
To see her again.
It's only a matter of time.
So I wait.
And I continue my cycle of staring, blinking slowly, eating the sandwich Riley brought me, and occasionally going to the bathroom. But I even avoided that.
I wouldn't dare miss something if they came to let me see her.
I miss her.
I miss "us" time.
I miss when we could walk to the coffee shop, then sit and talk for hours while idly chewing on muffins.
I never got to...
I never got to fully know her.
I never got to kiss her...?
I never got to meet her family.
All these random things that prove relationship, whether romantic or platonic.
I need her...
I need her back.
I want her back.
My mind is wandering. She said her family is from Australia. Born in Washington State. Moved to New Jersey... I mean here. Here. We're in New Jersey.
Her accent oh gosh.
Her laugh, her smile...
I need sleep.
I've stayed awake for quite a while.
Three days.
Honestly I'll probably die if I keep this up any longer.
The door opens and my head whips up. The doctor approaches another person and ushers them to the patient's room.
And I ...
I wait.
And I continue to wait.
My eyes are drooping closed, only for me to snap them open.
This continues in an infinite cycle.
I slowly get up. Have I even stood for three days? My memory was blurry. I trip on my weak legs and enter the woman's washroom. I breathe slowly and look in the mirror.
The person I saw scared me.
Her sharp cheekbones, her dramatic black hair against her tan-brown skin.
But the vivid features of her face weren't what scared me the most... it was her eyes.
Her eyes. Her eye stabbed into anyone they came across. The color they had was a solid grey. A normally mysterious but kind color.
But today... today it hurt.
Today it stabbed and burned anything it came across.
The color made you feel cold. Made you shiver whenever it breathed in your direction.
It was the color of pain. The color of death.
It's the tint your skin turns to when you're full of despair.
It's the color your hair turns when you've had a life full of struggle.
It's the color the kindness of Brooklyn turns when she dies.
So I begin to sing.
My shaky breathe isn't used to the harshness of speaking.
"When you're gone I lose faith. This health and crap won't fill my brain.
I wait for the time when I'll see you, but it just seems so far away, away."
I breathed through my nose.
"But mostly I just fear... is losing you that far away?"
