Time stood still for Kaylie Swann.
Just for a second the harsh winter wind stopped battering her face, flinging her hair this way and that. Just for a second she felt more peaceful than she had in a long time.
It’s ridiculous! She told herself, the traffic starting to move once again in the streets below her. Why hasn’t he called? She thought, the urban soundtrack of cars and frustrated pedestrians returning to her mind. He said he would call when he needed us.
It suddenly occurred to her that maybe they weren’t needed anymore. Maybe that was it. She didn’t want to be over so fast.
She slumped down on the cold grass, the blades squeaking a little as she jiggled around to get comfortable. If Rylan was here he would probably just tell her to snap out of it, even Jamie would’ve had something smart to say that would make her feel better! But that was part of the problem, they weren’t here.
Kaylie reached up to her neck and reached into her jumper, slowly pulling out a silvery necklace that glittered in the limited light. The purple accents that had been bright and glowing mere months ago seemed duller somehow, like their hopes of the call were fading like hers.
Maybe Rylan and Jamie were doing the same thing, keeping hold of their pendants just to see if it called for them. Jamie would’ve had his sitting on his desk, the red accents of it trying to distract him from yet another evening of study. Rylan would have tucked it behind his shin-pad whilst playing football. That seemed like something he would do. It would be uncomfortable, but if he got the call it would be worth it.
She looked at the pendant, running her thumb over the lilac jewel in the middle. She would have to accept that he wasn’t going to call. It was a one time thing. She tucked it back into her jumper and pulled her hair back and out of her face.
He’s not gonna call. She told herself, He’s not gonna call.
She sighed, Maybe.
