wait | nadia

[lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2e/de/01/2ede01a52b8964729b2666c9f3b8eba0.jpg); background-position: top; background-repeat: repeat-x; background-color: 1b1b1b; width: 375px; padding:8px; border: 0px solid #948C75;] n a d i a. ✸   ✸   ✸ "Set your dreams where nobody hides Give your tears to the tide. " He had been drinking again. The smell of liquor so pungent in the air she was scared that if she breathed to heavily she too would become intoxicated. He was collapsed on the couch, his hand dipped in his own vomit. A frown creased her forehead, disappointment pooling in the depths of her stomach. She prayed that there would be a time when he walked through the door fully aware of her. She almost wised she could forget what it was like for him to greet her with a smile. A hug. Instead on some slurred speech, before disappearing for the night into a world of his own. Maybe it would hurt less. Thoughts like that only lasted for a moment before she would force them from her mind. How could she be so callous. She cherished moments like that, and needed to hold onto them with both hands, and not let go. For memories like that were the reasons why she still had hope. She would heal him. She would help him heal himself. She would remind him that he was still alive. And that he had to start living again. That he still had a chance at happiness. That she could bring him happiness. One day he would see that. One day he would remember that his world revolved around more than just his wife. But around her too. So instead of just walking away, she grabbed a mop. Clean water. A bucket. And she cleaned up his mess. She wiped away the vomit from his finger tips, from the corners of his mouth. She placed a blanket over him and placed fire wood in the chimney. She would give him time. It had only been a few weeks since her disappearance. Nadia knew that time is what he needed. So she would wait. She would wait till the time came where once agin he would come home and smile at her. She would wait until he would sit with her at night and tell her some amazing story about his and his brothers adventures. She would wait till he pulled her in for a hug and told her that he loved her. She would wait. She would wait until he was ready to bring her world back into orbit with his own.