The Waiting Room
They sat together their feet planted on the floor, shoulders hunched, necks stiff. The girls face was downcast, her eyes slowly scanning the floor and only occasionally daring to look up; the boy was wide-eyed, as if he was experiencing something he couldn’t fully comprehend. The two never thought they would be in a room like this, waiting for something to happen — something that they would not dare to understand for many years. In their minds, it would be over quickly, forgotten, and left in a dark and musty corner of their mind. Surely, denial would get them through.
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