Unscramble Waited Novels & Stories

” 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. ***

Bruno clearly knew about the pregnancy, too. But none of their business had anything to do with me anymore. I struggled to my feet, rubbing my aching back, and carefully made my way downstairs. I hailed the fastest cab I could find. Even though I moved as quickly as possible, my back slowed me down and I was still a step too late. I had to reschedule my flight. Despite that, I didn’t feel discouraged. I put some medicine on my back and booked the next available flight, spending the night at the airport. I also used this time to change my visa from short-term to long-term, as I wasn’t planning to come back anytime soon.

Life did not rush back in all at once. It returned in pieces—small, ordinary fragments that felt strangely sacred after everything they had endured. Morning sunlight through the kitchen window. The quiet clink of a spoon against a mug. The low murmur of the radio playing a song no one was really listening to. Evelyn’s recovery shaped their days. She wasn’t allowed to do much at first, which irritated her greatly. “I am not an invalid,” she announced one morning, attempting to stand without help.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,