I'm Done Waiting Novels & Stories

A notification ding catches my attention, turning my attention back towards my computer. I open up the website and click on Tracer’s name. Tracer: Sorry about the delay. It will be fully completed by the end of the week, I promise! Person things came up. Adrian: It’s okay! As long as it is done by the end of the week, we should be good. I turn away from my computer screen. A familiar itch scratches the back of my brain. I turn back to the computer and begin to type again.

To them I don't exist. "Will you at least take pictures and send them to me?" "No." "No?" "Mia, this is going to be a formal meet up. I can't be there taking selfies like an I*******m model." Now that we won the company. We have to write another report with our plans for the account. Jake and I have been up for hours working on it and we're finally satisfied with the end result. It's now almost midnight and we're sitting with our fourth bottle of wine.

A faint smile broke through her tear-streaked face as she whispered through her sobs, "Thank you." After that, she looked up Cameron online, then spent the next two weeks waiting outside Cameron's residential area, only for him to never appear even once. That night, Bianca was dead set on waiting for Cameron. He was a no-show as dawn broke, though, so she despondently trudged down the street, the biting wind whipping at her face. She felt no pain, though, only the suffocating pressure in her chest, as if something inside her was collapsing.

] I tuned it all out and kept going, checking the final data line by line. Ten seconds. I locked everything in and hit submit. At the same beat, Julian tapped his screen. "3, 2, 1—time's up!" The host's voice cut off—both screens went black. A system notice flashed. [Submission detected. Verifying results...] The studio went dead silent. All eyes locked on the main screen. My palm stuck to the mouse. I stared at the black monitor. One thought on repeat— This fair match, five years overdue, finally ends now.

A translucent panel flickered into existence in front of us, hovering in midair. Dream’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Again.” I stared at the notification. Final reward unlocked. I blinked. “What.” The system ghost shimmered faintly near the ceiling, more translucent than usual, like a fading star. “Congratulations,” it said in its neutral tone. “Completion of long term narrative arc confirmed.” Dream glanced at me. “What did you complete.” “I don’t know.” I stood slowly. The words pulsed gently. Final reward unlocked. My chest tightened unexpectedly. “Define final,” I said carefully.

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙞𝙩. Ugh. The results are all the same! I tried posting the same question every day using several fake accounts on different websites but it's no use. I'm doomed. I just turned 18 last week and I'm really thankful that until now, I haven't received the government notice yet. But I know for sure that I can't celebrate yet because anytime, the government officials will come and they'll hand me the papers where information about me and my partner will be written. Just the thought of someone owning me for the rest of my life gives me the chills.

My finger hovered over the send button, unable to press it. Just then, a new message appeared in the chat: "Come to the pack house."

"9,995, 9,996, 9,997…" Wilson's voice was a little hoarse after having counted for close to three hours. He was finally reaching the end. "10,000!" He opened his eyes, looking a little tired, which was rare for him. He'd had enough of these prank-like orders. "Ms. Ivory, I'm done," he said. "Do you have any other orders?" The room was silent. No one answered him.

I remained still. And I waited. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"The promise you made me didn't matter. The career I clawed out for myself didn't matter." "Just like even now, you're still making me wait." I sighed and turned to face Julian. "But I've already married someone else. I have a new life." "So tell me, why should I wait for you?" When I finished, I watched the emotions churning in his eyes, then looked down at my watch. "Don. I should go. I don't want to keep Roman waiting too long." The instant those words landed, Julian took a step back. A furious, broken laugh escaped him, and then he grabbed my wrist, hard.