LeatherxStripes

December 31st - 11:36 PM A cigarette carton sat untouched on the shabby coffee table in front of him. The flickering light bulb that hung above the tattered couch he was seated on provided dim lighting, making it barely possible to make out the contents of the room. Legs criss crossed on the couch cushion, he sat with his hands folded and resting in his lap. Tear tracks ran down his face; an obvious reminder that he had been crying not too long ago. He was waiting. He's been waiting. Though, he did not exactly know what he was waiting for. Gentle raindrops could be heard, a series of small pearls hitting the window not too far away. The w