Irrelevance

Promises

The chime of the clock sounded and through the glass of the frosted over window, she managed to make out that it had just struck six o clock. She sighed and exhaled, a puff of misty smoke emitting from inbetween her lips and floating upwards into the skies. She pulled up her sleeve to check her wristwatch, just to make sure that the time on the clock in the window had been right, and indeed it was. She pulled down her sleeve then rubbed her hands together to get some warmth in them but she'd forgotten her gloves and the cold had long numbed any feeling in her hands. She was getting impatient and cold, not a good combination but her only option. She rested her head back against the wall she was leaning on and looked at the sky. Fondly, she recalled how'd they would come here during the summer nights to watch the sunsets; one night in particular, he'd brought her here after a fight with their parents. They'd driven into the parking lot and sat on the hood of his car looking up at the sky.

"Why's the sky black at night?" He asked her randomly. She'd turned to face him but he just lay there staring up into the sky.

"Why do you ask?" She'd wondered with furrowed brows.

"I just don't get why not yellow or green or some other outrageous color," he'd replied shrugging lightly. She'd turned to look back at the sky again and contemplated his question.

"It's just the way it is," she'd mumbled finally.

That was the last conversation they'd had before he left. At first, she was angry at him for leaving her all alone but that only lasted for so long before she began missing him. Nowadays though, it didn't matter that he was gone, all that she cared about was that he would come back... Eventually.

Until then she'd wait for him to come, hoping that he'd remembered the promise he made her;

"Where were you?" He'd asked as she walked to him.

"I came here earlier but you weren't around so I left," she replied, shrugging miserably. He then put his warm hands on her shoulders and she looked up at him.

"Promise me that you won't leave me again, that next time I'm not there you'll wait for me?" He'd asked.

She sighed.

"I promise."

So she waited. He was late again. She waited still; everyday for him at six she'd come here and wait.

One of these days he'd come...

The clock chimed again and she looked through the frosted glass once more, taking her eyes away from the sky.

Six thirty.

She looked around but he wasn't there.

He'd come...

She'd wait...