Post by Rebecca Andrews on Jan 25, 2009 7:21:31 GMT -5
She stared out of the window, gazing wonderingly at the houses outside. She was waiting for someone to arrive, knowing that he no longer had classes at that time of the day. But it was a bit odd, she thought as she continued to gaze at the rooftop of the opposite house. He should be here by now but still he was not.
Had he come knocking the moment she and her other friends were talking loudly about something? Had they not heard him? Surely, he would have had knocked, buzzed even, if he had come there. But it was already five past five in the afternoon, and still no sign of him.
Maybe he was taking his time walking to the place? She thought as she imagined him traipsing serenely toward the house. Yes, maybe that was it. Or maybe a friend had held him up as he was on the way? Possible.
She sighed as she continued to think of him. Just then, she heard faint footsteps from outside. Frowning, she glanced downward. Her voice caught in her throat as she saw a familiar someone's retreating back.
What's up with him? She thought as she watched her friend disappear from her view. What's wrong? She wanted to shout at him, to call him back, but she found out that her voice could not escape her lips. It seemed like what she had seen had temporarily rendered her incapable of speech. Pursing her lips, she decided not to tell their friends what she had seen. Silently, she began to wish for him to return. But this was hopeless, for somehow she knew--
--knew that he would not return.
Had he come knocking the moment she and her other friends were talking loudly about something? Had they not heard him? Surely, he would have had knocked, buzzed even, if he had come there. But it was already five past five in the afternoon, and still no sign of him.
Maybe he was taking his time walking to the place? She thought as she imagined him traipsing serenely toward the house. Yes, maybe that was it. Or maybe a friend had held him up as he was on the way? Possible.
She sighed as she continued to think of him. Just then, she heard faint footsteps from outside. Frowning, she glanced downward. Her voice caught in her throat as she saw a familiar someone's retreating back.
What's up with him? She thought as she watched her friend disappear from her view. What's wrong? She wanted to shout at him, to call him back, but she found out that her voice could not escape her lips. It seemed like what she had seen had temporarily rendered her incapable of speech. Pursing her lips, she decided not to tell their friends what she had seen. Silently, she began to wish for him to return. But this was hopeless, for somehow she knew--
--knew that he would not return.