Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Fan Fiction ❯ Patience is a Virtue ❯ Patience is a Virtue ( Chapter 1 )

I looked up at the clock and sighed: it's only 3 o'clock, Miles wouldn't be back for several more hours. I still felt my heart lift a little at the prospect of seeing Miles again after a year. I kept telling myself that a year isn't so long; it's just once around the sun. Some help that theory turned out to be.

 

Looking back on my life in the past year, I'd honestly say that it wasn't very productive. I was a deadbeat backside to say the least. I'd spend most of my time waiting for the days to fly by. But time has a sick way of slowing down when you want it to speed up. So, I just waited for any form of him: a phone call, an e-mail, while cursing time's twisted behaviour. Remembering how lonely I've been and how much I've missed him, I rolled my eyes and suppressed a sigh.

 

I know perfectly well that his further study in law is important. I know it's his passion, prosecuting the guilty and defending the innocent is what he lives for. It's what he's wanted to do since we were in grade school. I knew all that, but it didn't stop me from thinking about him, from missing him, from being so ridiculously in love with him. It was absurd, really.

 

I laughed derisively, realizing that I wasn't just waiting for Miles. I was hanging everything I had on his return. I've earned the reputation of being one of the most impatient people on the planet and yet, here I am, quietly waiting for Miles to be with me again. Waiting in quiet frustration but with an air of patience and resignation I didn't think I could possess.

 

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I decided to get ready early to welcome him home. Never mind that he'd only be back in about three hours. I figured that since I've been waiting for an entire year, nearly childish psychological attempts to make time go by just might work if I was lucky enough.

 

So, I sat there, swimming in my thoughts and internally prodding the ever foreign feeling of being patient. Frustratingly patient. This irked me somewhat. I didn't like the mild feeling of helplessness it came with. I also didn't like how meek and boring it made me feel. Like a bloody trophy wife waiting for her asshole of a husband to-

 

I looked up, I heard footsteps in the hall. I knew those footsteps as well as my favourite song, the rhythm of it. Was he home already? Was his flight early? How bewildering.

 

The door clicked and opened just as I got up, and my breath caught in my throat. He was there, standing right there. Miles was home and everything I had planned to say escaped me. Why? Why now when I have so many things to say to him?

 

We stared each other for a while, like strangers forced upon each other. I opened my mouth to speak as he moved forward to hug me, quite suddenly. I shut my mouth and smiled softly, allowing myself to melt into his embrace after a year of waiting.

 

I guess patience is a virtue after all.

 

 

 

 

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Whee, another drabble. Heck, I can't even do drabbles properly. They never seem to end up as interesting as the ones I enjoy reading. And that's prolly due to my immense lack of writing experience. Bwaha, anyway, Miles and Phoenix. Got to love that pairing, it sucks the life out of me. In a wonderful way, of course.

Hope it was bearable to read at least (painful laughter again).

 

Please review and lemme know how it was. Popcorn for all!

 

Love,

Be