Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 77

Maybe the person I’m waiting for will never show up.

The girl, sharp as a tack, approached with a smile, “Sweetie, are you waiting for someone?”

“Yeah.”

“Your friend must be stuck in traffic. It’s always a mess around the stadium at this time.”

Seeing my disappointment, she smiled and came closer, tilting her head, “How about I keep you company while you wait?”

“Aren’t you going in?”

“I couldn’t snag a ticket.”

She shrugged, her lips turning downwards in a mix of disappointment and resignation.

I chuckled, “Then, keep me company.”

He’s not coming, and I’m not really waiting for him.

I’m waiting to finally give up hope.

Another hour passed, the crowd in the square thinning out, my fingers almost numb from

the cold.

An announcement over the PA system reminded everyone it was the last call for entry.

familiar, warm voice came

his brown trench coat. I paused for at moment, then smiled, “Mark, what

a

lit up.

sure whether to explain or

that didn’t make me feel awkward, clarified our relationship,

“He’s not coming.”

shall we go in

you?” I

1/3

“Yeah.”

“Alright then.”

are indeed less fun

at Mark, “Wait for me

to the girl, “You should go

“Really?”

and delight, her smile almost too big to contain, “Thank you so

an extra ticket anyway.”

a waste. Better to give it to someone who needs it.

still in the square, apparently talking

striding over to them, and

ticket.

up and down in

being young

seem clear and straightforward, and

swapped tickets with them so our seats were together.