A/N: Hi! I hope you like it. It's not as angsty as I normally write but I like it. Don't forget to Review!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. But I like to borrow it from JK and play with it sometimes...
He waited and waited for her.
He waited for her to realize that he was there.
He waited for her to realize who he was.
He waited for her to realize that he wanted her.
He waited for her to realize that he liked her.
He waited for her to realize that he had changed.
He waited for her to realize that he would do anything for her.
He waited for her to realize that he loved her.
He waited and waited for her.
One day, while he was waiting for her after class, he looked over and saw a boy and girl holding hands. Slowly the boy reached over and tucked a peice of the girls hair behind her ear and then the girl stood on her toes and placed a kiss on the boys lips.
He waited for his heart to unclench and his eyes to stop stinging but that never came. Nothing ever came, no matter how much he waited. Her and him would never be like the girl and the boy, they'd never even get close.
He closed his eyes to stop the tears from forming and her face popped into his mind. It was like she was tatood on the back of his eyelids, and it killed him.
Sometimes he wondered why he waited, when she never seemed to care. They say that good things come to those who wait but he was sick of waiting. He wasn't getting anything good out of it, he was just missing out on things because he was busy waiting around. She never noticed, so it wasn't like it would matter if he stopped. Waiting, that is.
He could stop waiting around for her and get on with his life.
Except that was a lie. He couldn't. He needed her, like he needed the oxygen that was keeping him alive. Without her, he could not breath, he could not live. She was his heroin and he could not suffer through withdrawls, it would ruin his reputation. She was the only thing that kept him sane. That kept him from falling under the weight of his world. Just the hope that she could, one day, be his, was enough for him. Just enough.
So he would wait. He would wait and wait until she would see him for who he really was, a boy on the brink of insanity, with only one hope in the world. Her.
If you know how the story goes, then you know that he did not wait in vain. She finally saw him and they finally fell in love. They had a beautiful baby boy, born in a war zone. And, when the day came, that He Who Must Not Be Named came into their quaint little cottage and killed him, he stoo in heaven and waited for her. This time she did not keep him waiting long.
Good things come to those who wait...