Waiting For The End
He paces in her apartment. The clock ticks away the last few moments he has to contain himself. His eyes keep glancing at the door. Any moment now she’ll walk in. Maybe she already knows and is waiting for him to crack under the pressure. Maybe she is oblivious and won’t want to hear what he has to say.
The clock tells him that yet another hour has passed. Why did he do something so terrible? His palms start to sweat and his stomach churns. It reminds him of how he first met her. He laughs darkly as that thought crosses his mind.
This is the end, he believes. Maybe she’ll still love me, he lies to himself. Where is she? She was supposed to leave work an hour ago. Is she with another guy? That would be ironic. He stops pacing and stares at the door as he hears the key turn in the lock.
A girl, who looks almost exactly like her, walks in and gives him a questioning look, but lets it rest. Another hour passes. Still no her. He wait’s a half hour before he decides to go home. He opens that door.
There she stands as the rain descends. She looks up into his face, tears falling from her eyes. She asks herself, Why did I do that? But she knows why, just as he knows. Neither say a word, but both apologize. They both know that this isn’t the end.
The clock tells him that yet another hour has passed. Why did he do something so terrible? His palms start to sweat and his stomach churns. It reminds him of how he first met her. He laughs darkly as that thought crosses his mind.
This is the end, he believes. Maybe she’ll still love me, he lies to himself. Where is she? She was supposed to leave work an hour ago. Is she with another guy? That would be ironic. He stops pacing and stares at the door as he hears the key turn in the lock.
A girl, who looks almost exactly like her, walks in and gives him a questioning look, but lets it rest. Another hour passes. Still no her. He wait’s a half hour before he decides to go home. He opens that door.
There she stands as the rain descends. She looks up into his face, tears falling from her eyes. She asks herself, Why did I do that? But she knows why, just as he knows. Neither say a word, but both apologize. They both know that this isn’t the end.
