While I'm Waiting

While I'm Waiting

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Did you ever think that whatever you would do, you could always take it back like it never happened? Well in reality you can't. You just can't. What was to be was to be. But do you know, do YOU KNOW what hurts more than knowing that you can't rewind the clock, that you can't turn back the pages, that you can't shift the gear into reverse? What hurts more is waiting to wake up once more, just so that I can say I'm sorry all over again. Because while I'm waiting, I'm always loving you. *** Cover was beautifully created by my cousin @stelsfairytale. Love you and thank you so much for the help! If you need anything, cuz, just ask. *** Copyright © 2016 by millaloraine, alias Elsa Lawrence. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the author.
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I deeply inhale and after a few seconds, exhale. Sooner or later, I'll have to return. Stalling won't help. The call gave me new strengths and lifted me back up on my feet. I can't show him the consequences he made. I have to stay strong. With newfound determination, I walk back to his office. The door is still open, so I step in and close them behind me. I finally see him behind a desk, with his head enveloped in his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his gaze up but lowers it back down again. I almost feel sorry for him, but the alarms in my head ring, reminding me not to get tricked. He is the one, who deceived me first. I lift my head up high and loudly start to introduce myself, formally addressing him. "Hello, I am Mia Rose, your new assistant," and extend my hand. He looks at me surprised and his smile turns into a gentle one. I think I see a speck of sadness in his eyes, but my attention is drawn to his hand. "Hello, I'm Mark Adams, a professional photographer. Nice to meet you," and shakes my hand. I notice he addresses me formally as well. His handshake is strong but still gentle. I feel like he doesn't want to let go, but soon does and sits back in his chair.

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