A Tinge Of Disappointment



Thunder rumbled outside as the morning skies grew darker with each passing moment. And soon, it rained. I was awakened by the thunder and the cold wind that was blowing into my opened window.



Cold and tired. Each hour, I would open my eyes slightly to see if you messaged me but you didn't. Time passed swiftly but there was still no beep from my cellular.



And then afternoon came.



I was a little disappointed that you did not message me when you woke up and when you had to leave your house to meet your friend. I was pondering, "Should I message you first since I had always done that every time."



I waited.



And waited. But it did not happen.



Signing Off,

Shah Rizal Isaac