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Waiting

by Blue Butterfly
 
 
 

A middle-aged man sat alone in a cold, dusty room of a falling-to-pieces house. What was
he doing? Waiting. Waiting for a lost love that went and never returned. Just waiting.

As he ran his fingers through his greying hair, he began to think. What was he thinking about?
A girl. Well, she may not be a girl anymore, but a woman. A lovely woman with long, glossy
hair, bright, sparkly eyes and a heart-stoping smile. A woman lost to him. Lost, many, many
years ago. Will she ever return to him?

He was a terrible mess right now. So were his surroundings. Unpaid bills were strewn all over
the floor. Empty liquor bottles and cigarette boxes littered the corners. A foul stench of stale
alcohol and nicotine poluted the atmosphere.

He recalled a day in the house was twenty-five years ago. It was cheery and merry, filled with
happiness. She baked puddings, cakes and scones. They were a happy couple. The house was
filled with delicious smells and cries of laughter. Oh, how he wished for that day to return to
him. Just once, a single day for him to savour the smells and tastes and feelings again.

There were remnants of that day, still. Her lipstick on a wine glass, a rotten lump that used to
be her best cake, a bottle of half-used perfume, all untouched.

Then he recalled another day. He returned from work, expecting a warm hug and kiss from her,
only to find a letter on his pillow from her and the end of his life. He could barely remember the
contents of the letter now. It was about her, and how she would be leaving and never coming
back. And the end of his life. She also said that she would return to him, one day, someday.

She told him to wait for her, until she returned.

And so he waited. And waited. Just waited. And he was still waiting, after more than twenty
years. But she still hasn't come back. And so he shall wait. And so he was waiting. And waiting.
Just waiting. Waiting.
 
 
 

A/N: FYI, the man could just be anyone, Ron, Draco, Harry, Dean, Seamus, Neville, even Snape.
And the girl could be anyone, too. just use your imagination. And please review! Sorry for the redundancy
at the end, it sot of gave and effect, y'know? Again I will be waiting for your review. And so I shall wait.
And so I am waiting. And waiting. Just waiting. Waiting.