Jayce
Waiting, waiting, and waiting is what I've been doing for the last four hours; no one, not even Rachel, seemed to come. I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and disappointment as the minutes ticked by. I don't know if this was the right address, and at that time, I couldn't even ask if I was on the right or if the waiter tricked me. f**k, I sighed, pacing around, hiding my hands in my coat pockets. The cold wind cut through the air, intensifying my growing impatience. I don't know what temperature it is right now; I just go somewhere warm or take a hot bath, but I don't want to miss my only chance to meet Rachel; I just see how she is and her smile, and if I get a chance, I do want to ask her why she left me right before the moment I finally decided to overcome my fear of
