"You did? Oh my god! Yes! You won't believe how hard it is to wait here with you and not know why the entire time! It's been driving me crazy. What is it? What is it?"
He looked at me quizzically, brows furrowing slightly at the rapidity of my words.
"You don't get it, do you?" He shook his head slightly, the smallest of smiles playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Get what?"
"What I've been saying to you this whole time."
I shook my head, and he let out a soft little laugh. It was such a beautiful and gentle sound, almost inaudible, but captivating just the same. Everything he did captivated me, and it had from the very first moment I laid eyes on him.
"What I've been waiting for...." His voice trailed off as he looked in front of him, eyes far away. "Don't you see?"
And me, being the idiot that I am, looked forward, half expecting to see something he was trying to point out. He laughed again, bringing his hand up to cup my face, and turning his attention back towards me.
"Everything is so literal with you." He laughed again, leaning forward and gently kissing my forehead. He only pulled back slightly before he spoke again.
"When I used to come here with my mother," His eyes lost their light for a moment, but he blinked quickly and the light returned, stronger than before. "This was the only place where I felt like I was safe. It was somewhere that I knew I could come to with her and all would be right with the world.
And then she died, and that feeling died with her. I came back everyday, hoping, praying that it would return. That somehow I wouldn't have been robbed of the only person I loved and the only place I ever felt like I belonged.
And now...everything feels like it did before. And I know it's not because of the place or the time, or that I'm finally starting to come to terms with her death. I've found what I've been waiting for, and although I never knew it all this time,
I've been waiting for you."
So...that's it. The first book I've ever completed. It actually feels really good to call a book done.
Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it even just a little.

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I'm Waiting
Short StoryIt was always the same bench, at the same time, every single day. Why? What was he waiting for?