wilting flowers

She was a good girl. She could wait until he got back no problem! It would be any minute now, she was certain. He'd been gone so long already, however, that she was worried he was hurt. Would he be mad that she didn't come looking for him? Probably not, she concluded, mostly since he could be anywhere. And if he was on his way back, he would certainly be angry if she wasn't there. So she decided to stay for however long it took, though never once did she consider that he wouldn't be coming back.

As she laid curled into herself tightly against the wall, she had finally allowed herself to doze when the sounds of someone approaching roused her quickly. She expected it to be him, so much so that her lips parted to speak before her mismatched eyes focused on someone that was not him. Her jaw closed slowly and her chin tucked in, slightly afraid of the stranger that had approached even as he asked about her well being.

"I-I'm okay! Just waiting on someone," she said with a big, but tight smile though her happiness was forced and it was obvious in the lines around her smile and notable fear in her eyes, not to mention her disheveled appearance and general lack of weight.

"Speech"