“I’ll come back to you,” I say. “I promise you, if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll come back to you.”
Her face is buried in my neck. She nods.
“I’ll count the minutes until you do.” she says.”
Pittacus Lore, I Am Number Four
Miranda scattered a pinch of dried food in the koi pond, and the frenzy began. Hungry mouths skimmed the surface. Scales shimmered like oil stains on pavement in fresh rain. Satisfied, they fell away and continued mindlessly swimming.
Seated beside the pond, she thought of Jonathan. She said she’d wait for him. But days turned into months. Then months became over a year.
She continued to live, hoping he’d find his way to her.
Behind her, boots crushed gravel, ‘Been waiting long?’
‘All of my life’, she replied softly.
‘Am I welcome?’
‘Yes, my heart has always been your home.’
Thank you DCTDesigns for the song suggestion. I HAD to add it to my post.
100 words/Genre: Romantic Fiction
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