Boom boom goes her heart
waiting for him to come back
she knows he doesn't love her
but she waits, hoping that someday he will
she wasn't big on poetry
neither was she in love
but now she is
and it's his fault
now she sits on a bench
with her little broken heart
waiting for him to come back

A girl sits on a bench, waiting for a train. Not any train, but a special train. A train that will never come back.

She sits on her bench again this morning. People look at her with pity, wondering how such a pretty girl would end up alone, waiting for someone who would never arrive.

Some thought she was crazy. Others thought she was ill, while only a few knew the truth.

She had sat on that bench for the last ten years. She had lost everything: her family, her sanity and her love. Left, not once, but twice.

Her only sister, left her alone, cause of something often described as a deadly monster that took control over her source of life. It had been ten years. Ten years waiting for life to steal her final breathe, and bring her back with the ones she left behind.

Harry. The only name that could bring this broken hearted girl back to life. He was never the most good looking guy, nor was he the smartest, but he was smart enough to steal her heart and never give it back.

She had all her life planned ahead. But who would think that one thing, one small thing, could mean the end. Like a game of chess, one false move and its check-mate already. And then you lose it all.

The broken girl guessed that the secret to life was don't love too much, don't trust too much, don't share too much, 'cause all that 'too much' could hurt so much. It was like a drug, bad but addicting.

December 5th, 2006

Two weeks. That's how long it's been? Only two weeks and they have felt like a million years.

I have this weird feeling, like, what is killing me? Is it this insufferable cold, or is it the thought that she's gone and I will gett her back again? Unless...

I get a good luck at the train coming towards me, the last thing I will ever see. It brought me and my sister here, maybe it can show me the way back to her. The train comes closer and closer. My last chance. I close my eyes, waiting for the pain of a giant train to take control of my body but instead I felt someone push me. I was saved, if you can call what happened a 'save'. I look up to see whoever was trying to play hero. It was a boy with brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. Sure, he wasn't very cute, but saved me from my own self, and that's something I respect. The boy looked at me for a second then ran away, without a word.

Everyday for five years he would come and sit with me on the bench, waiting for life to pass by. One day he didn't come to sit by me. I saw him running towards the train with a suitcase in hand. He left. Without a warning. Without a goodbye, just the pain of a stab on the chest. I can still here the train leaving somewhere far away, and I was left there, waiting once again, for someone who would never come back.

Present, 2016

A girl sits on a bench, watching people come and go. "How is it," she thought "to be carefree, and happy?" That must be something we all ask eachother, but she didn't know, and she was willing to die for it.

Months pass, it's almost six years since he left, and she stands there still, hoping one last time that he will come back for her. She hadn't eaten in days, and was strugguling to stay awake. "I could just give up now, this could be the end, here, right now." The poor, weak girl prepares for the end. Eyes closed, that's all it takes. Her last breath, so close yet so far. It could end now, ten years of closure and misery.

A voice far away screams "Wait!", but dead people can't hear. He's too late. The boy looks at the lifeless body on the floor and says "I'm sorry I made you wait so long...I'm sorry..." A tear falls down his face and he places one last kiss the girl's lips.

Rain starts pouring down. He knew it was his fault, but he would never understand the pain he put her through all those years. He would never understand. Never.

(The girl's POV)

I hear a voice calling for me, saying "wait". I recognize the voice, it's Harry. I want to wake up, now. But I can't. I should've waited a few more seconds. I wouldn't be in this situation. "It isn't your fault!!" I scream at him, but my voice doesn't come out. I'm not breathing either. I just had to wait one more second. But it's too late now...

(Third person POV)

Harry looks at her one more time. "She's gone" he thinks, "she's really gone."

THE END!!!!!!

Author's Note:

This is my first short story, I hope you like it!! Let me now if you want me to continue with more chapters centering on Harry's point of view, thanks!!