"It's time... are you ready?" she asked as she walks to me. I looked at my phone... Waiting... waiting for something... waiting for hope...No call... no sms...I nodded at the nurse with tears rolling down.He is not coming... telling myself as the nurse pushes me to the operation room...Praying.. wishing.. hoping he will be there when I needed him..He will be there when I open my eyes..
the last word I told myself before I close my eyes.As the doctor called my name I open my eyes..knowing my the operation was over.. I began to ask...Will he be there? will he come?Lying on the bed.. half concious...struggling to look around..felling giddy yet trying to not fall asleep...Finally...No one is in the room...Only a fruit basket...Was it him? It's just too far to reach...Thinking that it was from him.. I close my eyes..As I woke up.. I quickly look at the card.. Only to realise.. What left in the operation was not only a scar on my arm..
but also a scar in my heart.Where is he when I needed him?He said will be there when I needed him...He said will be by my side forever...He said will not makes me cry...He said will not leave me alone...These are the promise that was never granted..Promise that had been broken..A heart that had been broken..A scar that can never be mend.