|Drabble|
Her.
"I'm growing tired of seeing the sun, everyday."
She tells the moon, as if can send the message
to the boy. She continues on speaking to the moon,
"How was your day?" Wrapping the blanket
around her shoulders and her long legs on the long
and thick window pane. "Does he know, I am waiting for him?"
Him.
He was currently sitting on the bus bench,
nowhere to go. Waiting for the bus, to get somewhere,
Looking up at the sinking sun going down in the horrizon,
"I'm growing tired too," wiping his eyes from being tired,
"my day is getting tiring everyday now." He took off his,
backpack and set it beside him, wondering where he'll
be, in the next two ,three years. "How will I get home to her?"