A Perfect Love Story Until He Met Bert

My hope runs out

Gerard's POV

I walk briskly through the park with a cigarette in hand. I think about what it's going to be like seeing him again after so long, I can't wait.

He said he’s be at the seat beside the toilets, in which I was pretty surprised how well he knew this place seen as he’s not from here. I sit down on the bench and take a long drag on my smoke, I ruffle my hair a little and fix my jacket, I want to look the best for him.

Another five minutes past and I'm starting to think that he’s not going to be coming, when I talked to him earlier on he didn’t seem that happy, I know I had to talk like I was kind of covering up just incase some one heard us, but I thought he was keen.

My hope runs out after another 5 minutes. I check my watch and decide to give up and face the fact that he doesn’t want me back.

Just as I'm suppose to get up I feel a pair of hands cover my eyes.

“Guess who” a familiar voice says.

“Oh my gosh!” I squeal as I turn around and give the person behind me a great big hug.