A/N: Amber-centric flashfic

Sometimes we play the waiting game, hoping that as we wait, we will never get tired of playing it.

Tired of looking over my shoulder, because all I can do for now is look at you from a far.

Listening to the clock ticking, watching its every move, waiting for it to waste its seconds away.

So I could go back.

Wasting my time waiting for a specific moment

A moment that I knew I missed to notice, a missed opportunity that could make me feel happy again.

Sorry for making you wait for me, as I wait for me to be myself again.

I think I lost myself along the way because I only thought of you, not us.

Because I was too happy being with you, that I loved you too much that I forgot about who I was.

One day, I will be me again.

I promise.

We will be “us” again.

For now, let us just play the waiting game.