He Thought I Would Always Wait 소설 & 이야기

I won't give up. He once promised me to wait for him. And I should have to... I'll wait for him. Even if it takes forever... I have to wait for him. He is not dead. He is not.

"I was happy because I thought we were friends." He makes no excuse or whatsoever. He just stood there and waited until he thought the conversation was done. "Don't bother going to the same place we always meet because I won't be there anymore." I look up and I see him. Despite looking composed, I see hesitation when he says, "I'm leaving for good."

I slammed the folder shut. Work could wait. Because no matter how far I ran inside my own head, Adrien was always there—waiting.

“I wasn’t sure you would be waiting for me.” The corner of my mouth tightens, smirk deepening, because she doesn’t see it, how impossible that is. How absurd the thought of leaving is. “I will always be waiting for you.” The words slip out easier than they should, raw and unvarnished. And I mean them, every syllable heavy with the truth of it.

When the waiter told him there was a phone call he told me wouldn't be a minute, thought it was work - they always knew where to find him. Until it happened, I suppose I was in the same dream world I had always been in, the one that said the same words over and over in my head each time I thought about it - the night we met, the first time we kissed and I held him, countless times I had been entwined in his arms, even yesterday when I woke beside him, right up to this day, when I had exchanged a glance with him and told myself those same four words that went over and over in my head like a mantra: it will never happen.

I suppressed the ache in my chest and texted Matthew. [Today is Tyler’s birthday. Are you free tonight?] Across the hall, I saw him check his phone. Less than three seconds later, he put it down without a change in expression. As I looked at the unanswered message, I laughed bitterly at myself. I thought, ‘Whitney, get a grip. ‘You should’ve known he would never love you. What were you even expecting?’ I put my phone back in my pocket, took a deep breath, and walked away.

He strolled back to his sit and sat on the edge of the sleek couch, elbows on his knees, staring into the flames licking gently in the fireplace. “I will wait,” he murmured to no one. “Yeah… I will wait.” For the first time in a long while, he wasn’t in control. He wasn’t commanding boardrooms or signing ruthless contracts. He was just a man hoping that the one woman who could heal him… would choose to. And if she didn’t? He shut his eyes. No. He wouldn’t let his thoughts go there. For now, he would wait. And for her? He would wait forever if he had to.

I did not know if I had the strength to stay. All I knew was that the countdown had begun. And Victor was waiting. He was always waiting.

I hated that he could read me so easily. Like he already knew every thought before I spoke. I stood again, crossed my arms, then quickly uncrossed them. “I have been waiting,” I said. “For the right moment. For the hearing to be over, for Victor to be dealt with, for my father to recover, for the world to stop falling apart long enough for me to think clearly.” I let out a breath. “I’m starting to think that moment is never coming.” “It isn’t,” he said simply. “Very encouraging. Thank you.”

"I’ll do them. Just let me finish this client thing. Deadline tonight." "Chore chart said Monday." "I know. But can it wait an hour?" Something in me snapped. Not about dishes. About 4 months of me waiting. Waiting in hallways. Waiting for court. Waiting to feel safe. "It can always wait an hour" I said. "With you." *THE FIGHT* 6:20 PM - 6:40 PM His face changed. "What’s that supposed to mean?" "It means I’m always the one who waits."