The Window

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
OH, Annabelle. You played her emotions, but why?

Submitted: August 08, 2012

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Submitted: August 08, 2012



“I laid and listened.. it was summer, it was breezy, it was roughly midnight, and I was growing impatient. The window had been left open, my drapes pulled aside, and my heart growing with anticipation as I waited for her familiar face to come crawling through the frame. How many times we had been in this same scenario, I waiting for Annabelle; and here I lay, eyes glued to that white washed window frame. She was already fifteen minutes late.. fifteen minutes that we would never get back..fifteen minutes we could have used for us. We both knew what was at stake and the consequences that were to arise if we were to have gotten caught; but when you’re young and in love..those consequences, they are a figment of imagination, almost nonexistent. Minutes turned into hours, hours into morning, morning into months, and months into years and Anabelle never crawled through. Now thirteen years later, I still sleep with my window open, hoping against all odds that she would find her way through my pane and right back into my arms. Oh Annabelle, you have me by my heartstrings, and by my window I shall wait.”

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