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and informed her that I was eagerly awaiting her arrival. Taking a seat at an empty table, I observed the bustling cafe. A waitress approached, inquiring if I desired anything in particular. Politely declining, I informed her that I was simply waiting for someone. Time seemed to stretch on as I anxiously awaited Rachel's arrival, my impulsive nature growing restless. I couldn't help but wonder why women always seemed to keep others waiting.

Waiting for the work to finish. Ready for the life to start.

Not breaking. Waiting.

I cried, "Lulu, where did you go? What happened to you?" The man's voice on the other end shattered my hope, and I broke down in tears. "Hello? Rowena? Did something happen?" All he got was the sound of my sobs. "Are you at the hospital? I'm coming now. Don't panic."

Fearful. Waiting.

Almost instantly, a message popped up: "Been waiting for you.” I froze, staring at the words. Waiting? For me? But... who?

"You… Jeez..." He didn't finish his sentence; he just looked at me with spirited eyes and made a request: "The world championship is being held in our country this time. Will you come watch me?" Go back home? It had only been half a year, but it felt like forever. Maybe it would be good to visit. I didn't have to be afraid of seeing those two… They were nothing, after all. So, I nodded. Liam flashed me a wide grin. What I didn't know was, elsewhere, he was already messaging his older brother.

Back then, I'd believed that if I just waited long enough, my turn would eventually come. Now I understood — some lines don't run on a first-come, first-served basis. And I was never even on the list to begin with.

Waiting for my Luna. Waiting for my wife…I exhaled slowly…Here we go.

Waiting, the way it has always waited. For this. For us.