He woke from a pleasant dream to an empty bed. Beside him lay half a note, already cold. "There are still thin…
He woke from a pleasant dream to an empty bed. Beside him lay half a note, already cold.
"There are still things I have not thought through. Wait for me."
He sat beneath the station banner, waiting from sunrise to sunset, day after day. The liveliness of recent days had always felt unreal. Now that she had chosen to leave, he finally believed that meeting her had not been a dream.
She despised those who broke their word. Thinking of this, he found peace of mind and waited where he was, without doubt.
The jade ornament he once turned over in his palm slipped from his thoughts. Instead, he counted on his fingers the things she would need. Tanned sheepskin to make windproof clothes. Carefully prepared spikenard to settle her stomach.
Without her, a house was only a place to stay. Home was no longer home.
Just wait a little longer. Wait for news from her. Wait for her to look back. When that day came, he would run without hesitation to wherever she was.