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Lonely world
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
668
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work.
Lonely world
She sat in a corner. Facing the doors hoping he would come. He never came. Her letters went unanswered and her calls unreturned. She stared at the doors thinking that maybe if she thought about him walking through those doors hard enough that he will. But he never did no matter how hard she thought. She gave him everything even when she had nothing. She laughed lightly to herself thinking how it used to be when he was still there. It was amazing. She made herself think that but truth be told it was horrible for the beginning. He was never there always out and about while she worked hard to maintain what little she had. He did as he pleased and she never fought back. She was weak, never stood up to him let him do everything he wished. Even when she hated it, she would turn the other cheek. Back to reality she sat there drinking her rum like always. The waitress already knew her and what she was going to say what she would order even when she would go to the bathroom. It was all routine for her and everyone in her present life. Every night for 3 years she walked into the bar and sat at the same table. They were going to fire the waitress that was always there but she fought for her so they kept her. No one in that bar knew her better than that waitress. Sure everyone saw her and knew her routine but they didn’t know her, they didn’t know the whys, how’s, and what’s about her. The waitress did she didn’t know her name and neither did the waitress know hers. She liked it that way it was a wonderful friendship. Well back to the matter at hand. The waitress brought over another glass of rum noticing her glass was almost done. She knew her so well.
“Still waiting I see. You know if you think about it hard enough he come one day I now he will sweetie” she told me as she took my now empty cup.
“I know but it seems as the more I want it the harder it seems to be. I just think that life has it out for me.” The waitress laughed and took a seat like she always does after I have my second glass of rum.
“You know it always seems that way but it really isn’t. It’s just life’s’ funny way of saying if you want it you’ll wait” she took a stand and picked up her tray that I again never noticed her put down and walked over to the bar to make her next order.
Anyhow she sat there alone once again with only her lonely thoughts to keep her company. Again she gulped down the third glass of rum and stood to go to the bathroom. She walked into the third stall and locked the door. She really didn’t need to use the bathroom but she like it in there. She always found peace in a bathroom. She also thought that that was extremely weird. She sat on the toilet and leaned back and stared at the roof of the bathroom. Like clockwork the waitress came walking in but she leaned against the row of sinks across from the stalls.
“Alright sweetie how it been going lately?” She asked rising up to sit on the sink.
“It’s the same as always he won’t return my calls no letter back yet he hasn’t even came by the office either like he used to it drives me crazy I don’t understand why he’s doing this to me.”
“You know baby sometime a man needs to venture out and explore the world before he can settle down in one city”
“Yep you always say that and I believe you but how long he has to venture out as you so lovingly put it”
“It sometimes takes a while and sometimes it takes a little longer you just have to give it time” she slid down the sink and was now standing this was my time to stand and walk out of the bathroom stall. I was my hands and looked over at the waitress.
“I am always her just waiting for him to come but sometime I just have this feeling that I am waiting my time and he won’t come I should just move on like he has.”
“Maybe you should but look deep down inside and make sure that that is what you really want. You don’t wanna make a choice that you will regret later on.”
“Yes yes deep down I don’t wanna give up but sometime what we want doesn’t matter”
“It always matters, it always should matter especially to you” she walked out of the bathroom first and then I followed sat back at my table and waited for her to bring me my fourth cup and never took my eyes of the door until it was time to go home.
By the time I left the bar I had my nightly eight glasses of rum and was started to stumble instead of walk. I made it to my home which was one block over from the bar. Really convenient if you ask me. The office was also on the same street as the bar. Anyways I stumbled into my home a wonderful two bedroom apartment with a beautiful balcony which has a wonderful view, at least it used to. As usual I just dropped my key on the table behind the door and turned to lock it. I just leaned against the door like I always do and slid down to the floor and cried always. Every day for 3 years I walk into my home and collapse on the floor leaning against my door. After my hourly cry I lean forward and crawl to the couch where I pass out until morning when I have to go back to work.
“Still waiting I see. You know if you think about it hard enough he come one day I now he will sweetie” she told me as she took my now empty cup.
“I know but it seems as the more I want it the harder it seems to be. I just think that life has it out for me.” The waitress laughed and took a seat like she always does after I have my second glass of rum.
“You know it always seems that way but it really isn’t. It’s just life’s’ funny way of saying if you want it you’ll wait” she took a stand and picked up her tray that I again never noticed her put down and walked over to the bar to make her next order.
Anyhow she sat there alone once again with only her lonely thoughts to keep her company. Again she gulped down the third glass of rum and stood to go to the bathroom. She walked into the third stall and locked the door. She really didn’t need to use the bathroom but she like it in there. She always found peace in a bathroom. She also thought that that was extremely weird. She sat on the toilet and leaned back and stared at the roof of the bathroom. Like clockwork the waitress came walking in but she leaned against the row of sinks across from the stalls.
“Alright sweetie how it been going lately?” She asked rising up to sit on the sink.
“It’s the same as always he won’t return my calls no letter back yet he hasn’t even came by the office either like he used to it drives me crazy I don’t understand why he’s doing this to me.”
“You know baby sometime a man needs to venture out and explore the world before he can settle down in one city”
“Yep you always say that and I believe you but how long he has to venture out as you so lovingly put it”
“It sometimes takes a while and sometimes it takes a little longer you just have to give it time” she slid down the sink and was now standing this was my time to stand and walk out of the bathroom stall. I was my hands and looked over at the waitress.
“I am always her just waiting for him to come but sometime I just have this feeling that I am waiting my time and he won’t come I should just move on like he has.”
“Maybe you should but look deep down inside and make sure that that is what you really want. You don’t wanna make a choice that you will regret later on.”
“Yes yes deep down I don’t wanna give up but sometime what we want doesn’t matter”
“It always matters, it always should matter especially to you” she walked out of the bathroom first and then I followed sat back at my table and waited for her to bring me my fourth cup and never took my eyes of the door until it was time to go home.
By the time I left the bar I had my nightly eight glasses of rum and was started to stumble instead of walk. I made it to my home which was one block over from the bar. Really convenient if you ask me. The office was also on the same street as the bar. Anyways I stumbled into my home a wonderful two bedroom apartment with a beautiful balcony which has a wonderful view, at least it used to. As usual I just dropped my key on the table behind the door and turned to lock it. I just leaned against the door like I always do and slid down to the floor and cried always. Every day for 3 years I walk into my home and collapse on the floor leaning against my door. After my hourly cry I lean forward and crawl to the couch where I pass out until morning when I have to go back to work.