Impatient Waiting Gif Novels & Stories

Just us. *Waiting.*

He grabbed his phone and called the number he had remembered by heart. He wanted to question her and talk some sense into her. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable," a cold, robotic voice rang out. Jason froze and wondered if she had deactivated her number. He kept calling again and again, only stopping when his phone battery died and the screen went black. He sat in the dark, his stomach still aching, but the pain in his chest was far greater. A wave of fear and unfamiliar anguish washed over him, leaving him struggling to breathe.

I say quite loudly, hoping to grab his attention. "Hello, I'll be with you in a second," he responds, not looking up from the papers in front of him. I huff slightly, I'm a very impatient person and waiting around like this is not my forte. I start tapping my foot as the minutes seem to drag into hours. My fingers soon join in with the tapping but it still doesn't make the time pass any faster. "Are you done yet?" I ask innocently. "It's only been three minutes," mumbles Mr Murray as he keeps writing.

” I typed, wiped my sweaty forehead with the back of my palm then hit send. I waited and waited… and waited… and waited. I missed my class and the next one, still staring at my email, reloading it every second, waiting… Time for work passed, yet I still waited… I was glued to the position, waiting for a response yet nothing… Still, I waited. ***

* I send it and exhale, staring at the screen, waiting for those three dots. But Dre doesn’t reply.

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

Everything was ready, the food was looking so appetizing and the whole wall was filled with the inscription "I'm sorry please give us another chance" I looked at myself in the mirror countless times making sure I looked good. Now it's time to await her arrival, one hour has passed so she'll be here from now on. I kept glancing at the door every moment waiting for her, one hour turned into two yet she's not here, three hours passed she's not yet here, I kept holding tightly onto the flower that I bought for her hoping she walks in through the door any moment from now Six hours yet she's not yet here, I'm still standing in the middle of the hall awaiting her, the door suddenly opened and I rai

I’m pathetic. My eyes shift to the counter. The line is long, longer than before. People keep piling in, talking, placing orders, waiting, tapping their feet. Shadows move under the warm overhead lights as the workers rush back and forth behind the counter. At this rate, I might grow grey hair before I get my ice cream. The chair creaks softly when I lean back with a sigh. My knee bounces now because tapping my fingers isn't enough anymore. The impatience coils in my stomach like a small snake.

He asked, his eyes giving me. He sighed, “I’m kidding, I am not forcing you, my love. Not unless you come to me willingly and can’t resist anymore…I’ll wait patiently, as much as I can, but you know me, I am the most impatient man you know.” He sighed, “I’m kidding, I am not forcing you, my love. Not unless you come to me willingly and can’t resist anymore…I’ll wait patiently, as much as I can, but you know me, I am the most impatient man you know.”

With grateful eyes, Gloria watched them disappear into the lively crowd, leaving her standing alone as her impatience grew with each passing minute. Gloria stood at the entrance, her anticipation growing with each passing moment. She shifted from one foot to another, her eyes darting anxiously towards the driveway, hoping to glimpse Sonia and Vipin's car pulling up any second now. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, and impatience crept into her every fibre. The smile on her face began to waver, and her excitement was tinged with a hint of worry.