Waiting

Waiting

She paced up and down the street wondering where he was. Where who was? She didn’t know. All she knew was that he was coming soon. She didn’t even know how she knew that, it was just there. She didn’t know what had compelled her to stand out in the street at that moment waiting for him. It’s just a little longer, you’ll see him. See who? Her mind was in the middle of a battle between two forces. Instinct vs. rationality. She knew it didn’t make any sense to be standing there in the middle of the night, vulnerable, but something had made her come out there. Instinct had made her, she knew it, and you can’t ignore instinct, even after all of those years of ignoring it. I don’t know why I’m even out here, this is pointless. Just wait, I swear he’s coming. The street was lit by the only lamppost in the neighborhood, and that was about to go out. The light bulb in the socket, was flickering nervously. Her mind was racing, her heart was pumping, her legs were jelly, yet she didn’t know why. All she know was she was here, waiting for him, but the rationality was starting to win the battle, but she couldn’t give up, she couldn’t leave. Not when she was so close to finding him, or he was so close to finding her. Finding who? There’s no one out there, no one coming, you might as well give up. Take one of the regular men, they’ll do just fine. He isn’t coming. She picked her stuff off of the pavement and turned to leave and go back home. NO!!! A voice shouted in her head. Her legs stopped working and she sat down on the warm asphalt. She was becoming irritated, that her instinct wouldn’t let her leave, and that her feet had stopped working. It was cold outside, and she was cold inside and outside as well. Her body was trembling from the freezing weather, and she wanted her warm bed back. Maybe she should give up, maybe this isn’t worth it. It’s too much pain to deal with. She would never find him. She heard the roar of a car and stepped onto the shoulder of the road. It went by, blasting her hair into her face. She smoothed her hair back down and started to leave. No, please don’t give up. I swear he’s coming, just a few more minutes. She didn’t listen this time. She picked up her stuff once again, and turned to walk back into her house, freezing cold. She heard footsteps coming up behind her. Inside of her, a voice sighed and said, Finally. Nevertheless, she reached into her bag to fetch her knife. She turned around to see the source of the footsteps. A silhouetted figure was coming towards her, slowly. It came upon the lamppost and stopped under it. She saw it was a man. The light flickered over him, casting an eerie shadow on his brown hair. Under the lamp, she could see it was a young man, but he had shielded his face, his identity, so she couldn’t see. Her heart was pumping so hard in her chest, she thought it would break through her ribcage. She slowly stared the young man up and down, and came to the conclusion that he wasn’t any threat. She put her knife away, and walked over to him. Careful, he can hurt you. A different voice advised. She stopped under the flickering light, in front of the man. The young woman kissed the top of his head, and pushed his chin up so she could see who he really was. He resisted at first, but finally gave into it. His head slowly came up, and the instant she saw the mans face, she knew that he was the one. She knew that the wait was over, and that he was her true love. The light stopped flickering and shone on the two as bright as ever.