The End Is Near
I kept twirling the noodles round and round around my fork, waiting for Carter. The food turned cold minutes ago, but I'm not touching it. I look up worried where he was. The diner is crowded with people early in the afternoon, yet I find it quiet. I look ahead, glancing at the empty seat in front of me in exasperation. When is he going to come? I thought groaning, he should be here by now. Glancing at the clock, I sigh after seeing it's been an hour since I've been sitting here waiting for him. I pick up my phone to call Carter, but his phone is turned off. Damn you, what should I do now? Accepting the truth, I stand up and leave knowing that Carter has forgotten about our meeting. He should have told me that he couldn't make it. Feeling slightly annoyed, I walk towards my car bumping i
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