The Wait

He stood there holding on to every breath, flooded by deep thoughts of the days he spent by the window. The scent of the flowers stung him with nostalgia of the day he had succeeded triumph was in his eyes, he had won. Out of all he had claimed the title, he had been picked.
But destiny never lets one be happy for long. He never believed in such...but when life completely turned over he was compelled to.
He walked on the same grass, every footstep learnt by heart. A minute seemed an hour a day seemed a year without the presence he had loved all his life.
He could see the apparitions of what could have been real right then. Trying to reach for the hand that electrified every move.
The glass wall between his dream life and reality had crashed with the glass piercing into him when he was forced to see what reality was.
Knowing it was no use, yet he came. Still hoping that everything could be the same again and the nightmare would end. But he knew it was over, she was gone. He was a body without a soul.
The wait was just a dream he hoped for.

There on the other side, She knew the same.

Ps. Anyone who reads this might think it to be typical and cheesy but I guess inspired seeing someone and making it in a 10 minute drive is enough for an explanation