Microfiction: She stared into the darkness

She stared into the darkness. Her thoughts and face filled with nothing but hope, and endless expectations. Her thoughts drifted off into the memories of him and her together. They were Young, beautiful, smart. He was pursuing his career in science, and she was working with art. The basement was their studio; He would invent while she would sculpt. His latest invention was the time machine; a large square covered in clocks, full of inspiration and the desire to learn. She remembers the day he got the time machine working. The excitement and satisfaction from his work seemed to radiate from his face. She was so proud and happy for him.

Then she remembered the night when he was in the basement alone, still excited that he got the time machine working, he was working on it endlessly. She was upstairs getting ready for bed after the long, delightful day. But when she woke up she wasn't met with the same emotions that she had gone to bed with. She was now faced with worry, loss, and heartbreak. He was gone, sucked into the time machine, flying through the space time continuum. Out of the heartbreak and wanting to find him, she turned on the machine. She didn't fully know how to work the complex machine, but she had some idea from watching her husband build it everyday down in the basement. 

Blasting through time was phenomenal. People in the past decided to attack her when she entered, people in the present were confused, and people in the future didn't seem to care that she was there; they just looked and went on with their busy days. This made her think that his invention had become patented and used everyday. She could not help but cry at the thought of him doing anything without her. She then shook off the tears and jumped back into the machine only to be blasted into another strange place that was still not home.

This went on forever; her looking for him or at least trying to find her way home where hopefully he might be. Then finally it came, she was home. She was thrown out of the large square box covered in clocks.

She is back now staring into the darkness. She still did not see what she expected. The man she had waited for was still not there. It was still empty darkness.

Disappointed she walked up to her room and waited, but ended up falling asleep. In her dreams they stood: with laughter, fun, kids, and a new life together.

And when she least expected it she heard something once again at the spot that she stared and it was there. He was there.

What she had waited for all this time, was unchanged and unfazed by time.

This was exactly where he wanted to be now; she could see it in his face.

The now old woman turned and smiled, she was so grateful to see him finally there.