The Waiter

The Waiter

The rain beat hard on the window pane. She watched, waiting. Waiting for her lover to come home. Waiting to tell him how much she loves him. Waiting for him to pick her up and say how much he loves her back. But he never came.

It’s been three days since the accident and Haley Matthews has been sitting at her window, waiting for her fiancé to come home. She couldn’t believe that he was gone. Even at the morgue she refused to believe it was Billy in the morgue freezer. When the bed rolled out of the little shelf they keep bodies in, she simply said “So where’s Billy?”

She hasn’t eaten, hasn’t answered the door to anyone, and hasn’t bathed nothing. She will not move from the window because she still believes her fiancé will come home from work on this cold rainy night like he was supposed to do 3 nights ago. They were supposed to light the fire, pour some wine, and just sit by each other’s side as she told him the news about her being pregnant. But he still hasn’t come.

She sits there crying. Thinking about her baby. Thinking about the man she is to marry. Thinking of the family they are going to have. Where is he? she thinks to herself. Does he not love me? Why isn’t he coming home? And so there she waited.

11 days have gone by and she still sit there waiting. No real meals, just water, crackers, and a bit of cheese. She’s losing weight instead of gaining it. She’s not healthy. But she sits there waiting. Waiting for a man that would never come home to her.

13 days pass, and she’s very weak. She slowly drifts to a sleep that eventually kills her. As she drifted she thought “well now I can be with my fiancé, my baby too.”

On the fourteenth day she was found, a man had gone up her driveway, unlocked the door, to her body on the couch next to the sea-view window. It was her husband. He had been away on a business trip in Kentucky. Now he had come home to his wife dead next to the window.

She was so upset to hear he was leaving for a couple of days that she actually got sad enough to think of the worst- that her husband was dead. But now that he was home, with no wife, now no baby, he sat there for days and days and slowly died along his wife’s corpse, so they could truly be united once again.

kailene