I'm Done Waiting Novels & Stories

She was done with noise. She was just waiting.

Not broken. Not unresolved. Just… finished.

Another message. I open it before I can stop myself.

"I'm sorry but this couldn't wait!" ^^^^^^^^^^

Not touching just there. Close. Waiting.

I feel a flutter in response. Ready.

Wait. . . . . . . Is this...ME?!

I had not read the fourth page before. I don't know what made me leave it for tonight, the last page, the one Silas had handed over with the others and that I had set aside each time I'd opened the envelope, telling myself there would be a better hour for it, a quieter one, one where I had already done everything the first three pages asked of me. I understood now, with the page in my hands, that I had been waiting for exactly this moment without knowing I was waiting, the moment when I had actually finished the asking, when there was no more work left between the words and the truth of whether I'd done what they required. I had done it.

Just wait, I thought *****************************