What You Waiting For Novels & Stories

I waited for a message to pop up. ‘What is the password?’

I open his message and read. I’ve been waiting for you.

Ancient. And waiting.

It was waiting. It was unresolved.

Patient. Calculating. Waiting for the next move. But so were we.

As the wheelchair rolled into the room, the soft click of the wheels on the hardwood floor announced her arrival. Ruby waited for the shift, a tiny hopeful wish. She waited for the sudden gasp of joy, the scraping of chairs, the frantic footsteps of a mother rushing to embrace a daughter who had miraculously beaten the odds of a vegetative state. She waited for her father’s stern facade to crack with paternal relief. Nothing happened. Ruby's heart didn't break because it had already broken long ago. This moment simply confirmed what she already knew. If their biological daughter woke up after spending two years trapped between life and death, any loving parent would have run toward her, hugg

he says. “We have been waiting for you for such a long time.”

They were still out there. waiting....

Ryan didn't go back to the States. Instead, he holed up in a hotel directly across the street from my apartment, lingering on the perimeter of my life like a stubborn ghost. Every morning when I left for the studio, he'd stand on the street corner, holding a warm croissant from my favorite bakery. He never dared to approach me. He just watched from a distance with eyes that were desperate and pleading. One afternoon, a torrential downpour hit Phaelis. I hadn't brought an umbrella, so I stood under the awning of the studio waiting for the storm to pass.

Waiting. Remembering. Preparing to wake.