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When Was The Last Time You Stopped Waiting?
You arrived first.
Yet you’re the last to be seen.
Bland walls, covered with half-hearted attempts at ambiance, only amplifying the unease in your chest. You’re on edge, bracing for the outcome you’re desperate to uncover.
Are you in a waiting season? Waiting for love, a new job, or perhaps for something to just happen. You don’t know how long you’ll be here, but you know your time will come — because it always does.
10 minutes past your designated time, and you even got there early. What’s going on? Unease simmers into impatience, then frustration. But they haven’t forgotten you; they confirmed your attendance when you checked in. So, what are you waiting for?
35 minutes. Worry creeps in. Maybe they’ve forgotten? Should you ask? You do. “They’ll be with you soon,” they plainly inform you. You sit back down.
45 minutes. Your frustration begins to melt, when the realisation there’s nothing you can do settles. Your eyes land on the flatscreen mounted on the wall in front of you, rows of empty seats surround you with the eerie presence of those who were seen before you. The…
