Wyngs stared out the window in the living room, wondering if he was actually gonna show up. She's waited for a long time to see him. She'd meet him sometime she couldn't remember, but he'd always been there. She was really dependent on him and wasn't sure if she liked him as more than an adopted brother. Her brain raced around in circles as she tried to figure it all out, but nothing worked anymore. She sighed and turned her attention back to the street, still hoping to see his car pull up.<br/>In all the years that she had know him, she had always harbored a secret crush on him. For a long time he was the guy who protected her from all the ridicule from everyone else.<br/>She closed her eyes and rested her head on the window. She sighed, playing over the day he had left the cozy town, the warm house next to hers. She took a deep breath, imagining the smells in that house. All the amazing things his mother would cook, and oh the things she would make. As hard as Wyngs fought her own home memories, with the good came the bad and she soon slipped into the depressed state of mind that she had found herself in so much lately.<br/>She crossed her arms wrapping them around her chest, winching as the tape pulled on the large piece of gauze stuck to her forearm. The day old cuts reopened and she cussed under her breath. Placing a hand on her arm so the bandage wouldn't slip, she walked up stairs to her room and hip checked the door open. She carefully pulled up her sweater sleeve and the gently peeled the bandage off. She grabbed another bandage. Sitting on the edge of her bed and wrapping her forearm in an ace bandage, she looked around the room. Without warning, she picked up something from her desk, a heavy paper weight and threw it across her room. She suddenly got up and left her room without fixing her sleeve. She ran to the window at the end of the hall and climbed out onto the roof. She sat at the peak and laid her back where one roof met the other.<br/>Her heart ached as she wished he was here already. He was the only one who could understand what her mother was like. But she didn't want to think about that beast right now. She needed him. More than he needed her....of that she was sure.