I didn't have to check the clock after 11:59 because I counted down the last minute of November the 9th in my head with my eyes still focused on the door, the door that Fallon did not approach and probably never will. My eyes kept shifting between the clock, the restaurant's front door, and the parking entrance.
I don't know if I will be able to carry on with my life if she doesn't. She has to come because I don't know what will I do if she doesn't. I held my breath, my heart racing in my chest. I glanced at the parking entrance as well, hoping to see her car. Nothing was there no voice of a nearing engine nor the lights of a car approaching. It's 11:56 p.m when I get into my car and lean against the steering wheel, watching with hopeless eyes the main door of the restaurant to see if Fallon will actually come up and make my life worth living. It's 11:56 p.m when I reach the parking lot. I'm sure she's never seen anyone wait so long after being stood up, but at least it'll give her a good story to tell. When I open the door to leave the restaurant, the waitress shoots me a pitiful look. I'd rather wait out the last five minutes in my car. I don't want to be here when the clock strikes November 10th. That's gonna be one big tip.Īt 11:55 I leave the tip. Now that it's almost midnight, that's a good eighteen hours I've spent occupying this booth. I've been here since the crack of dawn this morning in hopes that she stayed up and read the manuscript last night.
I'm surprised the restaurant has let me wait it out here in this booth for so long. I've been heartbroken for a solid year, so her not showing up feels just as crippling as the last 365 days have felt. I can't say that her choice has broken my heart because that would mean my heart was still whole to be broken. Most of me believed she wouldn't show up today, but a small part of me still held out hope. Which means, obviously, she isn't coming. Which means she's had twenty-one hours to spare and she's still not here. It's been almost twenty-four hours since I saw her pick up the manuscript and close her door. If she started the manuscript right after I dropped it off, she would have finished the first section by 3 a.m.īut it's almost midnight. She could have easily read 23,000 words in three hours. There are roughly 23,000 words in the first five chapters, before she would have gotten to the note. There were 83,456 words in the manuscript I dropped off at her front door last night.
But if that doesn't happen and you never show, I'll still be grateful to you until the day I die." Every November 9th I'll wait for you, hoping one day you'll be able to find enough forgiveness to love me again. "And if you don't show up today, I'll be there next year.
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