She glances at her phone again, wondering whether to check it or not. The curiosity takes over her mind, and her fingers reach out against her will to turn her phone on. Her heart picks up in anticipation as notifications flood her lockscreen, hoping one will be from them. But only a sigh leaves her lips, and she puts it back down, disappointment flooding her. Nothing.
She never thought she would be this affected. It was just for fun, or it was just supposed to be. But now here she was, checking her phone every couple of minutes while it felt like hours were passing, and the pit grew in her stomach every time she did not get a response. She forced herself to focus again on the show she was watching, but she felt the anticipation still drumming through her. Why did she have to catch feelings?
Her phone buzzed, ripping her attention away from the show she had no interest in. She flipped her phone, and her eyes widened at the display. Their name flashed across the screen, and as if on cue, the butterflies unleashed inside her. It was just simple words, a message that continued the previous conversation they were having about something insignificant, but to her, it brightened her day like nothing else.
She took in what they said and thought about how to reply. However, it didn’t take much effort because talking with them came naturally, a sort of comfort she loved to bask in. She flipped her phone back down and played her show again with a small smile on her face. That warm feeling would probably last a while, or at least until the dreaded part of waiting came again.
She got through the episode before checking her phone again. No reply. A frown covered her features, and she slipped back into an uncomfortable state of anticipation. The part she hated was back again – the cycle of happiness and discomfort, and it was all because she started liking someone again. With the good parts came the bad ones too, but she especially did not like this one: The Waiting Game.