Impatient Waiting Gif Novels & Stories

Adrian paced back and forth in front of the hospital courtyard, occasionally glancing towards the hospital exit, hoping that the person he was waiting for would appear soon. But after waiting for a long time, the person he was waiting for did not show up. Adrian glanced at his expensive watch from time to time, saying angrily, "Where are they, actually! It's taking so long! I've been waiting here for 10 minutes, but they still haven't arrived! What are they doing in there, anyway, that I have to wait so long! Do they think I'm unemployed or something? Damn! This is really annoying!"

I pulled my phone out and went to I*******m to scroll for Bash’s account. Thank you for having me over. Had so much fun. I left him a message and tried to be patient, but his reply wasn’t coming fast enough. I anxiously held onto my phone, watching the screen for any signs of life, my nerves building with every second I waited for whatever he might say in response. … It was the three dots for some time and then nothing. No dots, no new message, not even a reaction. Nothing.

Besides, he had a meeting he should have focused on instead of me. "I want to see you." "I'll send you a picture, okay?" Then without waiting for his reply, I placed the phone in front of me and turned the camera on. I took a shot, intentionally the one with no smile, to show how frustrated I was with his action. He was such impatient. "Why aren't you smiling?" He commented right after the sign showed two blue checklists. "Because you hurried me!" I finally released my frustration. "Can you wait? Go grab a coffee or something."

someone else grumbled. Liam laughed like a little boy, then impatiently jumped out of the car and announced happily, "That's it for today's gathering! I'm done having fun! I've got to wait right here for my lovely wife!" The happiness on his face was unmistakable. He was a man completely in love. His friends groaned when they heard him, and couldn't take it anymore. Each of them made exaggerated faces, and one of them even pretended to gag. "Oh, please, Liam. You're so cringe right now! You're not even married yet, and you keep calling her your wife already. Aren't you embarrassed?"

And in the meantime, I choose not to even care about it. I am waiting as patiently as I can with every fabric of my being getting lethargic and tired of the extended waiting. Time seems to be going at a slow pace as though everything is in slow-mo making the waiting agonizingly hard. I wish I could just get up from the chair and tap her and make her wake up as quickly as I want to but I know I just have to be patient. A patient dog eats the fattest bone. I guess I just have to hold on to that. But just for how long can I hold on?

“Adelynn, stop testing my patience.” With a sense of urgency, I typed out a text message, my heart racing as I hit send. 'Where are you? Why aren't you back home yet? Come home right now.' Settling onto the sofa, I stared at my phone as I waited anxiously for her reply. One minute passed. Two minutes passed, but there was no reply from her. My impatience grew with each passing moment. Fifteen minutes crawled by, but she didn’t reply. Frustration boiled over, souring the worry simmering in my gut.

--- I still can't believe we pestered the doc at this time of night-- Scarlet mumbles quietly beside me as we wait to be called. --- It was urgent my princess-- I tap my feet nervously against the ground, I was already getting impatient from waiting so long-- could she be faster? How long-- I get up already stressed. --- We've been waiting at most ten minutes Deniel, stop being rushed-- says exasperated looking at me as if I had seven heads.

- - River sits up, heart palpitating so loud, he can hear it beating as if within his eardrums. With a fidgeting thumb, he opens the email. To further aggravate himself, he waits ten seconds, but nothing happens. Another ten seconds later, his patience breaks. Yet there was still nothing. He opts to wait another ten, but he gives up after three, the moment he remembers owning a laptop. The only thing in the apartment connected to the next-door neighbor’s Wi-Fi.

He waited. Not with impatience — not anymore, or not always. There were moments, still, when the impatience rose up in him like a tide, when he wanted to pick up the phone or walk to the building or do something, anything, to make the waiting end. Those moments came less frequently now. They passed more quickly. He had learned to recognize them for what they were — not signals, not messages from the universe, not instructions. Just feelings. Just the ordinary difficulty of wanting something you couldn't control.

She had just sent a message, and now she waited with bated breath for her response. The three dots appeared, dancing in a rhythmic pattern, taunting her with anticipation. She watched, mesmerized, as the ellipses pulsed, seeming to breathe in sync with her own racing heart. She tapped her foot impatiently on the floor of the cab, her eyes glued to the screen. What was Charlotte typing? How is her reaction to the news? The dots continued to dance, teasing her with their steady beat. She felt like she was waiting for an eternity… Finally, the text came. Amanda read through narrowed teary eyes.