it finally trickled on her hand. she loosened her grip on the cone and tried to lick off the melted substance off her fingers. chocolate, oh it’s been a while. but she can’t eat the ice cream just yet. she promised she won’t eat it.
not until the days have passed;
the laughters turned into tears
not until he came back;
let the definite be set,
not until he sat beside her again;
let the courage be mustered
not until she gets to indulge in his scent once more.
this heat would completely melt the ice cream if she doesn’t act on it now. it would be a shame if it just goes to waste, however she promised. she promised.