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Warning: Slight angst, nothing else. Discalimer: The characters within this story are all the creations of my own over-active imagination. Any resemblence they bare therin to any real people is purely coincidental. by Joana Rodriguez a.k.a Lady Dragon It's quiet here. Cool air filters into my little haven as with a "whir" and "click" the air conditioner comes to life. Every once in a while I can hear the sharp click of footsteps on linoleum floors along with the occasional snippets of conversation that drift in through the open door. Never once do these bodiless entities appear before me in the doorway, nor do they pass me by either. Instead the footsteps and the oddly muffled voices are heard only for a few moments in time before fading away as their owners meander off to more important destinations. The sun begins to set, the room darkening with the lack of a light source. I neglected to turn on the lights upon my entrance; I could care less. Outside the coming darkness is sufficient enough for me to see the splotches of artificial light that spill out the windows from the floors above. I am not alone. Even as my mind registers, and makes note of this fact the lights begin to diminish. One by one they are extinguished until at last only one light remains. That light shines down from a single window, a single office on the seventh floor; room number seven hundred thirteen. It's been hours since I heard anyone wander through the halls and out the doors. Only a few minutes ago I heard the janitor pass by. His calm and even steps, the jangling of keys, and the cheery tune he tends to hum enabling me to place a face with the otherwise unknown entity I heard. I sigh and shift my gaze back to the window, disappointed yet not surprised to see the light still on. It will be like every other night then. I will wait here till the late hours of the night while room 713's occupant works tirelessly into the night without a thought to anything other than the pile of paper and reports on their desk before them. I could leave now. Get up, stretch my legs which fell asleep hours ago, and walk out into the hallway out into the cool night air. But if I did that then room 713's occupant would be the sole person remaining in this building. I couldn't do that. My love a slave to their work, and I am the helplessly besotted fool too devoted to break the promise I made long ago to my beloved. A promise to never leave their side, to never leave them to drift alone into the unknown. A promise made in the foolishness of my youth, that binds me forever to their side in the helplessness of my adult life. Forever their loyal vassal, forever still waiting. Inspiration struck as I waited for people to arrive to my Friday night Psychology class. Five minutes to start and still no one had showed up. ^_^ Please Leave a Review
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