Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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The next day, she was apart from him, alone in the house. And seeing it all, getting a new outside perspective, she realized how much was still unresolved between them. She wasn't sure how she was going to get there, either.
The other girl, his disappearance after the hospital, their turbulent come back together actually made her feel as if she had too much to drink. Great in the moment, but leaving a certain hangover after, a repugnant sweetness she needed to rebalance her chakras from, so to say.
Of course, she was happy they spent he weekend together. In fact she wad floating! But she wondered how much she can take in one period of time.
She decided to go lay out in the afternoon sun, letting herself float in and out of daydreams. Only interrupted by her parent''s arrival.
"How was your weekend?" They asked her, hard interested hold wondering if they should be concerned.
"It was fine, passed by quick," she said absentmindedly, musing on it herself, looking back at it a bit like you would on an accomplishment.
Her phone lit up, telepathically, Zico's name popped on her screen. Or, more precisely Z.H., his secret name for him on her phone, standing for Zico Hernandez.
It was a voice message, and Clementine only dared press play in the safety of her room.
<<Hola, chiquita. I'm, er, a little stoned right now, but juvssswantedtosay, I had a great time this weekend. It was..special. Hope I get to see you again soon. Ok. Beijos.>>
She replayed it a few times, feeling her inner woman jumping up and down and in jumping jacks.
He ended the message with kisses, and she wished she could kiss hi,
She'd never tell him that she dreamt about him at night, that even when they're apart, he still with her.
She wondered if it was the same for him, and it must have been. Otherwise he wouldn't have sent her that message.
But, before, she could rehearse in her head what she was going to say, her phone rang unexpectedly, making her jump a bit.
She let it ring a little bit.
"Hullo?" Clementine breathed.
"I thought I could do with a message, but realized I missed hearing you breath."
This was how he started the conversation? He missed hearing me breath?
"Well, here I am," Clementine ducked, closing the window to the balcony so no-one would hear.
She didn't know why it still felt like an illicit affair, in a way it still was in a strange way.
The line was quiet for a bit, and she checked the phone to see if maybe the connection was lost.
"I wanted to tell you, the next few days, are going to be a little tricky," he said a bit quieter.
"But I wanted to see you," Clementine bemoaned into the phone.
"I know, but" she could hear him smoking, "its just these next few days I have some stuff to do, so I may be, absent."
"Well, at least you're letting me know beforehand," Clementine only half joked.
"I'm serious," her interjected, "I want to see you. I can't stop thinking about you."
Clementine was taken a back at such a plain affirmation form him.
"I can imagine you right now," Clementine said, "lying on your bed, with that gold cross on your chest, smoking a cigarette, with that look on your face."
Zico laughed in the phone, "what look?"
"You know, that one where you know that you're the one they want. A self satisfactory, charismatic look."
"Hmm, but you're the only one that I want."
She wondered what brought on all this, he was sounding a little strange, but she decided to not think about it.
"And anyway, I can picture you too, you know," he said.
"Oh, really?" Clementine was sure this was going to be good.
"Yes. You're sitting on your bed, with that beautiful face, and that never ending mind that's always a little worried, but always disguised by your calm demeanour.
"Thats...not that far off actually," Clementine was amazed again that somebody saw her and she felt seen.
Then they were silent again for a bit.
"Well, did you get it?" Clementine finally asked.
"Get what?" He asked.
"My breathing over the phone?"
When he responded, she could hear the smile on his face. "Yes. I did."
Then they said good night to each other, and Clementine almost told him I LOVE YOU, but tried to exercise some self control and refrained from it.
Maybe he also wanted to fro the same, because she felt that there was something he wasn't telling her. Something she felt she needs to know but didn't know how to ask.
