100 A Little Patience

~Lilly~

I resisted the urge to turn and face the owner of the voice, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to maintain my composure. The scent of morning dew wafted towards me, mingling with the familiar musk that could only belong to one person.

I didn't know whether to stand and look at him or remain seated, mirroring the uncertainty that plagued my thoughts. Hazel's silence only added to the tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog. We were both afraid—afraid of what his words might bring, afraid of the inevitable rejection that loomed on the horizon.

I suspected he was here to deliver the final blow, to explain why we could never be together. It was a truth I had been dreading, yet I knew deep down that it was inevitable. As his footsteps drew nearer, my resolve wavered, and I struggled to find the courage to face him.

With each passing moment, the weight of anticipation grew heavier, anchoring me to the bench as if rooted in place. I knew I should stand up, should