Call

The woman paced in an irregular manner. Her right hand kept wiping at the side of her dress staining them yellow while her left hand clutched at her phone. Her eyes were glued on the window hoping for a miracle to happen. And if you look closer at her you would have seen the sweat covering her forehead.

She couldn't describe the emotions swirling around her. She was frustrated. She was scared. She was confused. She was anxious.

The woman wanted to cry but she didn't want to ruin her makeup. She was holding her tears like her dear life depended on it. She must stay beautiful.

She kept wishing it was just a horrid nightmare but there was no escaping her fate.

It was all set up. They had been preparing for months. The guests were all waiting for them. She could hear the crying children on the background making the whole thing a lot worse.

It was only thirty minutes he's been late. There must be a valid reason behind it. But what could it be? She had been contacting him but her calls where all put into voice mails.

Then at last a ringing came.

She was shaking when she answered the call.

"Nate? Nate where are you?"

There was a stretched of silence before she heard the familiar voice. "I'm sorry. I won't be coming..."

The phone dropped from her hand and the tears she was holding rained down her face.

Author's Note: how's life? I have not feeling so well. Here's something for you guys.