She won’t be there yet. She won’t be coming at all for all you know. An old man will walk by and shake his head at you. He’ll know right away. He’ll be appropriately dressed for the weather, in a thick coat with a snug hat and a sad little smile.
“Lady asked you to wait, eh?” he’ll mumble at you, nudging you in the shoulder. He’ll point to your t-shirt. “Wants to see how much you care?”
You’ll nod at him, since your lady also asked you to remain completely silent while you wait for her. He’ll shake his head in response.
“She’s just waiting for you to die. To die or to give her a reason to leave. If she loved you she wouldn’t put you through this shit.” He’ll tap his cane on the ground and walk off. “Fucking idiot,” he’ll mumble, just loud enough for you to hear.
You’ll think about what he said for a moment and realize he’s completely right. But then you’ll think of how smug and insufferable she’ll be if you actually leave. She’ll be able to blame you for wrecking the whole relationship, never mind the fact that she fucked your best friend, your best friend’s sister and your best friend’s sister’s girlfriend. If you stay there she won’t be able to break up with you and keep the high ground.
Better to die than to give her that.
Congratulations on Enduring the Wind!
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