All those years waiting, waiting patiently and consciously, had been for nothing. She tried to hope. That's all she could so right? At the age of twenty-five, waiting for this long was starting to get childish. Waiting this long, wasting this much time, had it been for nothing? The years had passed by in a blur and the years of her youth gone with the wind. Adulthood, before she knew it, surrounded her and whisked her in an unknown world without bathhouses and dragons.

High school came and went, her friends had come and gone. She wished that maybe, just maybe, she could've spent that time with some of her friends or doing things she had so wanted to do. This young woman wasn't into material items of sorts, her life could have been bereft of them, and nothing wouldn't have mattered. She would have wasted all the time she had back then on waiting for her dragon and doing the things she loved.

Time, it was a precious thing, a thing that only flowed in one direction and never went back. It held memories that could either be remembered or forgotten, that was for the person to decide. She wished that time would go back, go back to the time she had at the bathhouse, but even she knew, time didn't flow backwards.

So now, that is why she had this regret of wasting all that time. If he would've come, that doubt would've never came. She knew deep down though that this regret was simply something of her imagination. The young woman knew she would continue to wait for him. Continue to wait for him until time would end, but for now, she had to get home, continue on with the life she had, not the one she dreamed of.

And with the time it took her to get home, she would still think of him. The time he could have been with her, the time she had lost waiting.