He glanced at his watch, and nervously shifted in his seat.
1:08 . He caught a whiff of stale filtered coffee that could well have been a 100 years old coming from the stained carpet of the waiting room. He never imagined it would come to this. How things worked out the way it did. How wrong he could have been.
His breathing started to become heavier as he leaned over and reached out for the magazine on the table opposite him.
1.09 He stared at it for awhile, but he knew he wasn't gonna read, no matter how hard he tries. He was too distracted, too nervous. Coming to think of it, he couldn't bring himself to think about anything else; he threw the mag down hard on the table. His heart started to beat faster as he glanced at his watch again, the seconds hand hand ticking away. why does time take time? he asked as it made it's way, slowly past the number 10. only 10 more seconds till....
*1:10*He dragged
himself off the chair and started pacing the room. the floorboards squeaked under his weight, almost sounding like a symphony of squeaks. he loved listening to symphonies. in fact, when he was young, his dad used to take this bright eyed kid to the great philharmonics. he would sit in awe of how different instruments were made differently, but yet they all served the same purpose - that of the conductor. his favorite was the tuba, not only because it was the biggest darn instrument you could find, but also because it made this reverberating low sound that could travel for miles even. the tuba player person would usually be idle for long periods of the symphony, but when his time came, he would pick it up and blow...
1:12
He snapped as he heard the door handle turn. The silence was broken finally. It swung open, almost effortlessly, as if someone over-greased the hinges, as if there was a door troll pulling the door open - you know what door trolls are, they live behind doors and make creaking noises to scare the heck out of you, especially at night.when he was a little kid, he really didn't wanna see a troll, cause his mom used to tell him that they could be nasty creatures, and they did nasty things to naughty little boys. but he didn't believe in them now, so they can't be real...
she stepped in. he couldn't wait any longer. he had to tell her. he had been rehearsing this in his head for ages, but all of a sudden the words started to scramble themselves up. She looked so beautiful from where she was standing, the light from the next room streaming in from behind her. his knees turned to jelly, and he could feel his heart beating at a gazillion beats a minute. she stared at him, ans their eyes met. he finally braved himself and opened his mouth to speak. "I ..."
1:13
time to let it out. time to move on. time to go
