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         Drip, drip, drip.
The leak had gotten worse, at first it had only been one drip every hour, and then it was every half hour now it is three drips every twenty minutes. Every single drop of wasted water echoed off of the white porcelain bathroom sink into every room of the one bedroom apartment. No other noises were made, just the steady dripping of the water. Those three drops just dragging themselves out of the lose pipes of the shiny silver faucet; rust had begun to show itself around the mouth. Simple noises that would drive the normal person crazy left no mark on the woman sitting in front of the window watching the snow flutter down onto the city.
She ware her fuzzy pink sweater as she wrapped herself into a self-hug, her legs crossed in the real Italian leather chair that sat right next to the twenty-one floor window showing all of the white blanketed city. There she sat since night showed, not a move from that position. Her red hair flowed all around her, she hadn't even brushed it yet, not that she had planned to go anywhere. Not since the rumors hit Columbus.
Rumors spoke like whispers in the dark to a beast to a new ear. Secrets and guesses, questions and puzzles, though no real facts or answers. It was just mindless smoke; that shook Orpha to the bone with fear. Had they not just been rumors than she would gladly be out once more and run wild as she had been for the last twelve years. She might even think of finding a nice man and seeing where the words of empty lies may take them. But knowing that it been twelve years since the last scare of seeing the man once known as lover she knew to be safe than sorry.
No tonight was a night to stay home and watch the buckets of snow fall onto Ohio and wonder without care what He was even up to if he was lurking in the shadows of downtown Columbus. The thought of seeing Henry in a city like this one made Orpha laugh, a laugh that echoed louder than the drips of the water. It was the real first noise she had made in days she thought.
He would not even know what kind of mess he would get himself into, and to even think I would come here would be the last on his mind. Orpha thought more intensely on where it would be that Henry would think to look for her. Another burst of laughter. "I bet he is Ireland." Miles or miles away from this pity country.
Her voice was sharp and thick with the accent of her family. Sleeping for 50 years did nothing to her accent nor did twenty-five years of being in England. When she thought about it she realized she had slept so long when she was with Henry, the world was so different when she woke up twelve years ago. So many things had changed.
But now she was use to the change use to the stupidity of man-kind. And then she remembered how much she did miss Henry and that feeling felt hard to sallow. "How dare I miss him." She spat as she finally stood up and walked to her couch. "How dare I say anything grande about him, ever again." She flopped over the couch and laid there as she turned on the TV for the first time in a week. "How dare I long for his voice and thoughts." She began to flip through all the channels. "How dare I." She stared at the News Channel for a while.
Drip, drip, drip.
There went the dripping again.