I sat in the waiting room, a black hoodie, more specifically—Josh's hoodie,— hid my frame. I sunk back into it, my earbuds plugged into my phone; listening to my favorite playlist.

It wasn't the happiest playlist..

But it was the one that made me feel not-so-alone.. and I related to most.

I pulled the hood over my brown hair; my scars hidden beneath the sleeves of black.

I stared out the window; watching the rain splat to the ground, listening to the pitter-patter. 

I sat there quietly to myself.

For awhile..

Josh never showed up.