

Waiting WaitingWaiting by ~myfishpajamas
She sits on a swing in the desolate playground, staring absently into space. She knows he will come for her; he will know where to find her. Still she stays, as if she is a glutton for punishment, a masochist. Yet, she usually avoids all pain and suffering except when it comes to him, her one true, lethal love and savage soul mate. So, she waits.
"Sophia! I asked you not to leave," he calls for her. She hears but does not listen, does not turn her head in acknowledgement. He obviously doesn't need her; he said so himself. "Please answer me! Neither of us meant a lot of what we said." Wrong. She meant every word. She refrained from