Sunday, 4 July 2010
09:02:18 PM (GMT)
new story?.. hm. maybe.
‘I promise.’ Those two words, they mean nothing to someone who has heard it
many times. But, she hasn’t seen them fulfilled. I, Peyton A. Henderson, have heard
it over and over these past few months. I guess you should hear how I came to meet
those unfulfilled words. But let’s just say; I don’t enjoy repeating these
“Pey!” Angela, my assistant, yelled out, “, you have someone here to see
“Can they wait a minute?” I asked her, I didn’t need this right now, my boss
told me if I didn’t get my next report in by that night at 8, I was sure as hell
“He cannot wait a minute.” As Angela answers he walks in.
“Hello there Peyton, how have you been?” His voice, sweet and soft, I swear it
travels like a cold breeze from my office window.
“Oh... It’s just you Aiden, if I knew that I would have said an hour.” I
chuckle has I look at him, he stands out in my office. My old fashioned desk, dark
brown paint on the walls, stupid light brown chairs, and some soft lights that
don’t help me work at all.
“Yeah right Peyton. I’m sure you’re just as happy to see me as I am to see
you.” He looks me over like I’m in need of a whole new outfit.
“So, last time you didn’t want to see me now it’s ‘I’m happy to see you’,
you need to make up your mind Aiden.” As I’m talking he slowly closes the door.
“My mind right now is set on me, you, and a table at a fancy dinner in town.” His
eyes met mine, he smirked his lovely smirk.
“I’m swamped right now Aiden... Seriously, I need to file this report before 8.
But, meet me at my house, 8:30?” I can tell I’m letting him get to me, but I
don’t care. Faking hating him anywhere hurts me, but at home I can love him as much
as I want, and that is all I care about.
Aiden comes up behind me and hugs me. “I promise I’ll be there.”
This marks the first ‘I promise.’ He broke. That night I went home, had no
problems with my boss and overjoyed that I’d get to see him. I was getting ready
when my phone rang. It was Aiden, saying he had something to do with his father, so
he couldn’t show up that night. I went to bed, alone, and feeling broken. I easily
forgive though, so he had no worries.