She climbed into bed
would he come ?
her stomach knotted
there was a tap outside her window
she stepped onto her chair and put her head out of the window
the moon beamed down on her face while the soft summer wind blow
there were crowds of people celabrating summer but all she could think about was him
where was he ?
hours passed
the crowds died
he never arrived
she woke up
her face peeled from the makeup covered pillow
her tears had dried but the pain was still there
