All I want
His blue eyes glanced one last time at the empty space on the other side of the table, spot where a porcelain plate laid untouched next to a festive napkin under recently polished silverware. He had lost count already of how many minutes in total he had been longingly staring at the chair separated only by the small banquet he had prepared previously that same day. Although, in all honesty, he would say he was better off without knowing, that was one of the few topics that he would rather stay ignorant about; being aware of that significant detail would only make the knot on his stomach grow heavy.
The blond shifted slightly on his sit, the decorative red cushion with greenish ribbons moving underneath him as well, no longer being centered on the place it had been set hours ago in anticipation, when the flame of excitement shined bright without a care in the world inside his soul, a really strong contrast when taking account of the current state of the glimmer, barely alive at the moment. His enthusiasm had slowly started to die down a couple of hours back, as soon as he saw the elegant sunlight disappear in the horizon, the lasts of its golden rays reaching for the windows of his apartment as a final goodbye before vanishing into thin air.
Will rested his chin on the palm of his hand, leaning forward slightly, careful not to knock any of the dishes he had spent most of his morning setting up to the floor. It wasn’t that late yet, the fact that there was no one there to held tightly the fragments of his breaking heart didn’t mean no one weren’t to appear, that no one would knock on his door or to ring on his doorbell at all.