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Always Waiting
By Caydenn_x

 


3:20

The sun was battling with the clouds to show dominance, the sun gaining the lead, only for the clouds to take it back again. The west sky took on a gray hue, looking as if there was rain coming. I could smell it perfectly. My favorite smell other than you.

The flag above me was beating in the wind, sounding like fifty bats climbing higher and higher in the night sky, like every night was a race. I could hear the gentle tinkling of the rope on the metal pole, held securely in the ground.

I was wishing for ground to hold me securely in place next to you, but something came and dug up my wishes. I sat on the ground, begging my ears to hear my name being called. I was begging my eyes to see your face come running up. I wanted you to say how sorry you were for being late.

3:30

By now, you were already thirty minutes late. A whole half hour wasted just by waiting for you. You always did get a thrill of having people waiting for you. Of having people want to wait for you. You were just always that type of guy.

The sound of cars stopping at the red light was a circular motion. Never stopping, but never continuing. That's how my life was when I was with you. They always had someplace to go. They always had to stop and wait at that red light. I wish I didn't have to wait all the time. One of these times, will it be you to wait on me?

3:55

A rain cloud came and covered the warmth of the sun. I didn't bring a jacket because I didn't think I'd be waiting so long. Ignorant me, always hoping that this time I wouldn't be waiting. The sound of footsteps on the soft earth sprang to my ears. I lifted my gaze. Just a kid.

You were always such a kid. Always joking and laughing. Acting immature and pulling pranks. That was just you. I wished I could be as carefree as you.

4:00

By this time, I knew you weren't coming. You never let people wait longer than twenty minutes. It's been a whole hour. Where were you? What were you doing? As I walked home, I cursed your name out loud. I cursed your name to the skies, to the trees, to the grass. I cursed as loudly as I could. I wondered over and over in my mind what you could have been doing. What was so important that you kept me waiting? Did you ever go to that spot where you told me to wait? Of course you didn't.

Setting my keys on the counter, I kicked off my shoes. I got a blanket and curled up on the couch, turning the television on. The station was a news channel, but I didn't care. I just wanted something other than silence.

`Peter Wentz' The television said. It said your name. Why did it say your name? I looked up, suddenly interested in what the newscaster was saying. It came in bits and pieces.

Hit by a semi. Apparently in a hurry. Paramedics say his last words were Tell him I'm sorry. I love him. That's why I kept him waiting. I had to know that he cared about me enough to wait. Now, I'll wait for him. My Patrick.

My tears spilled out, my emotions going with them. My breaths were strangled gasps, every so often, a sporadic rhythm. My hands clenched the fabric of the thin blanket, suddenly doing nothing in regards to warming my now freezing body. That's why he was late. I cursed his name because he was late when he was saying his final words. When he was saying that it was his time to wait for me. When he was saying he loved me on national television. When there were millions of viewers watching.

5:00

I had to know that he cared about me enough to wait. Now I'll wait for him. My Patrick.

 

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