Waiting Game
Sitting in the car, waiting stretched on endlessly, each minute fueling my restless thoughts and spiraling worries. The quiet street around me offered no clues, only deepening my unease as I silently pleaded, ‘Come on, Evan,’ hoping he’d show up soon. With every passerby, my heart pounded harder, turning this unexpected test of patience into a battle against rising anxiety I hadn’t anticipated when I chose to follow him.
Waiting Game
Evan Emerges, Exhausted
As the evening shadows deepened, Evan emerged, his shoulders heavy with an invisible weight, eyes tired and burdened. I instinctively pulled back, praying he hadn’t seen me, but my heart ached at the sight of him so worn and distant. What’s eating you, brother? I wondered, feeling a growing determination—whatever secret he was hiding, it was serious, and I knew I needed to uncover it soon.
Evan Emerges, Exhausted
