I waited for Nathan Seville at the City Hall for hours until it was time for even the staff to get off work.
At first, when I called him, he said that he was busy and told me to wait.
I waited for another two hours. When I called him again, the call wouldn’t go through.
His line was constantly busy.
I gripped the marriage registration form in my hand so tightly that it had crumpled into a ball.
“Miss, we’re about to close for the day. Are you still planning to file your marriage registration?” One of the staff members couldn’t help but ask. She had seen me waiting there all day.
Snapping back to my senses, I shook my head lightly. “Thank you. I’m not doing it today.”
…
As I walked out of the City Hall, a few staff members passing by after getting off work whispered to each other, “I think I’ve seen her a few times. She always comes here alone, trying to get married.”
“Now that you mention it, I remember her, too. She’s always waiting for someone who never shows up.”
I kept my expression blank, but on the inside, I was dreadfully embarrassed. Shame overwhelmed me to the point where I couldn’t lift my head. Instinctively, I picked up my pace.
This was the seventh time I had come to the City Hall just to wait for Nathan.
Just as I walked out and was about to hail a cab home, he appeared.
