Ache (Pleas, Part Seven)

Six months had passed. It had gotten to the point where it literally ached to think of him. She longed to simply see him, to catch a passing glance of him in a crowd. She'd found a place to stay for a while and she'd made a friend or two. She wished to let out her pain to them but was afraid they'd find her childish. She wanted to run home, to take the initiative, to find him herself but was afraid of the rejection she was sure she'd be handed. So, impatiently, she waited for him to find her.

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