𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

1 | 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐯

I waited at the restaurant for my husband to come and join me.

But as time passed. One hour then two.

I sat there at the table, wondering when he was going to arrive.

I could feel people's stare on you, which made me want to cry but I held back my tears.

I felt dumb that I got all dolled up for this date with my husband.

I mean it was out 10 year anniversary.

"Ma'am I'm sorry but we're about to close, do you want to call the person that your waiting for." The waiter said as kindly as possible.

I shook my head 'no.' I thanked him and walked out the restaurant.

My head low, as rain poured down.

I felt numb, like everything was just moving but I didn't feel anything, at least not anymore.