It's Like I Waited My Whole Life 소설 & 이야기

“Those four years were like a phantom to me. Sneaking. Hiding. Empty promises.” My eyes burned. Tears rose faster than I could swallow them. “While you lived,” I said, the words coming sharper now, “I waited. I waited, and waited, and waited.” My voice cracked on the last word. “I waited for you, Keiran,” I whispered, and the pain in my chest turned molten. “And then when your father announced your engagement to Beverly, and you didn’t push back…” I laughed once, bitter and broken. “I knew then I would have to wait all my life.”

I was left standing in the cold. Watching the girl they’d waited for—hunted for—dreamed of... finally come home. And I couldn’t help but wonder…Had I ever mattered at all? But I was nothing, a debt collected in the form of a human that was all I was

William's POV My entire life, I had prepared for the moment I would finally meet my mate. Every night since the age of twelve, since Nightstorm first stirred within me, the thought had lingered like a constant whisper: They’re out there. They’re waiting for you, just as you’re waiting for them.

ROMAN. I had waited for this day for as long as I understood that one day I would have my very own Luna, just like Dad had Mom. As a boy, I used to watch them and wonder when I’d have that kind of bond. Something deeper than friendship, stronger than blood. Patience wasn’t always easy. The years dragged on, especially when those around me began finding their mates while I kept waiting, empty-handed. But I never lost faith. Deep down, I knew she was out there. I knew that when I finally found her, every restless night and every ache of waiting would be worth it.

Nothing could be seen except the dark dense clouds which were scattered all over the sky. Zia closed her slowly in order to calm that storm of emotions inside her but even her calmness started screaming at her those words of his 'I have waited for you throughout my life, mi vida and for you, I can wait for eternity' 'I have always yearned for you, your closeness, your touch and your love'

Days turned into weeks, and the waiting nearly drove me insane. Every morning, I’d wake up with a sliver of hope in my chest, rush to check my email, only to be met with silence. And then I’d do it again ten minutes later… and again. I must’ve refreshed that inbox a thousand times a day. It felt like my entire life was sitting in someone else’s hands—waiting to be stamped with either a yes or a no. I started dreaming about it.

And me? I was stuck. Waiting for the storm to hit.

I waited, waited, and waited until darkness consumed me. . #TBC

she asks. "Survive what? What do you mean?" "Everything. The kidnapping. The media. The years apart. The silence. The pain. The uncertainty. The waiting. The not knowing. The fear. The grief." I look at Ethan. He's talking to someone else. Laughing. He looks happy. He looks free. He looks like himself. He looks whole. He looks like he's been reborn. "Because he was worth it," I say. "He was always worth it. He's always been worth it. I would have waited forever. I would have waited a lifetime. I would have waited until the end of time. I would have waited until the stars burned out."