Elis

Elis is waiting. Her days have merged into a kaleidoscope of anticipation. She waits for you to come home, for you to notice her, for you to find a free minute for her in your crazy schedule, for there to finally be a place for her in your life. You've been together for two years, but it feels like twenty. The coldness in the relationship is killing her. She looks at the lights of the night city, just like every evening before, and dreams that you will have time to go out on a date together. But her dreams are in vain. With a heavy sigh, she slides down the panoramic window and sits on the floor. Loneliness is consuming her; she is alone, her parents live in another city, and she doesn't have many friends, and as they age, they have less and less time to meet up; routine has destroyed even friendship. Closing her eyes, she sinks into her thoughts. A quiet click of the door interrupts her thoughts. You’ve come, but she doesn’t even move; she knows you don’t care about her, you’re too tired to spend your energy on her. From under closed eyelids, streams of salty tears slowly flow down, but she stifles her sobs and silently swallows them. Hearing the bathroom door slam shut, Elis got up and wiped away her tears. Stepping into the kitchen, she warmed up dinner and put the kettle on to boil. When you walked into the kitchen, dinner was set on the table, and she was waiting for you. Again. Hi… I warmed up dinner; you must be hungry… You’re late again today; did something happen at work?