Scarlett lay awake, staring at the clock on her bedside table. The minutes were crawling on, infinitely long.
11:30, 11:35, 11:40, 11:42
The closer it got to midnight, the slower the clock seemed to go, as if it were mocking her. Scarlett wanted to scream. She hadn't seen Roger in a week. She missed him. She felt his absence with every beat of her heart.
At 11:50, Scarlett drew her covers back as quietly as she could. She shivered as her bare feet came in contact with the cold, wood floor of her bedroom. She quickly stripped her pajamas and pulled on a pair of jeans and a beige sweater. She risked turning on a lamp so she could get a final look at herself in the mirror. She liked the way the beige made her red hair stand out. She quickly ran a brush through it and hurriedly applied some sparkling lip gloss that she'd stolen from her mother's purse. Satisfied with her reflection, she shut off the light and crept to the window overlooking her back yard.
Her heart skipped a beat. Roger was there, leaning against the oak tree as he always was. He was dressed almost completely in black, making his brown hair shine in the moonlight. Scarlett quickly opened the window and slithered out, wincing as she felt the frame of the window snag at her sweater. When her booted feet hit the ground she was running. Roger saw her, and a look of surprise followed by happiness lit up his face.
As Roger wrapped his arms around her, she heard her watch beep.
It was midnight on June 24th, 2014.
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