Infinite Thoughts

Time Will Tell

"Look at that one," Marco said as he watched the clouds float by.

"It looks like a clock. Not any clock, but a cartoon clock," I told him.

He looked over at me. "No way, it's a cat. Look at the tail," he pointed to the think part of the cloud.

"It's the cord," I said, looking at him.

"Cartoon clocks don't have cords."

We were perched on the roof of the tallest building in the city of Norme, watching the clouds.

I was sitting next to the love of my life, in a perfect  moment. We both sat up and stared into each other's eyes. His face getting closer and closer. I closed my eyes, anticipating the kiss about to come...but never did.

Instead, Carmen thought it would be a fantastic time to call me.

I sighed at "Migraine" blasted from my phone.

"Yes?" I asked, answering the call.

I heard someone take deep breaths like they were trying to catch their breathe. "C-come h-h-home a-as so-on as p-possible," Carmen spoke.

"What happened?" I asked, sitting up.

I waiting for an answer. But instead of hearing one, I heard a woman talking, signifying that the call ended.

I looked back at were Marco was sitting before, but he was pacing around the roof instead.

He saw me looking at him and started to explain. "I got a text from Carter saying that someone was in his condo earlier, and to check up on Carmen's apartment because he has reason to believe that Brewer and his gang would be heading over there next. What did Carmen say?"

"She sounded out of breathe when I picked up the call, and then she told me that I needed to come to her as soon as possible. When I asked what happened, the call ended."

"Should we check?" He asked.

"Of course, why wouldn't we?"

He scratched the back of his neck before answering. That was never a good sign. "Because people may be there, and you could get hurt. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Oh, you're right. Come over and sit down. We should continue watching the clouds while my best friend could be getting killed. But at least we'll agree weather clouds are alarm clocks or cat," I told him, sarcasm dripping from my words.

"You know I didn't mean it like that," he defended.

"It's okay." I told him sincerely, getting myself up. "Let's go, I don't want to have to sit through another funeral again." I truly don't, once is enough for me.

The last funeral I had been to, it was my sister who died, the only immediate family members I had left.

It sucked.

We got down and off of the roof, and made it to his car. I got into the passenger seat, not wanting to waste more time.