My hand shakes as I write the last sentance.
I didn't think he could do something so wrong.
Tears start to pour down my face as the memories poured into my head.
The paper wrinkles a where my tears hit. They were streaming down. I couldn't stop them.
My pencil fell out of my hand and clinked on the floor. I slowly pushed away from my desk and opened my window. The cold winter wind blew in, ruffling some of my papers around the room. I stepped out onto the balcony.
The stars above shined down on me. I could point out many constellations, as I have done time and time again. My feet started to feel cold on the freezing hardwood floor. I just wanted to leave, to fly. This place didn't welcome me, it never did. He offered me a chance, a moment of happiness, but left me crushed.
I knew that nothing magical ever happened. Nothing good would come.
So I sat down, and waited.
Waited for him to come.
Maybe he will realize.
How much I need him.
Author Notes: Oh great, some more depression to add to this site! I just wanted to write something. Worth a shot, right? Tell me what you think!