Luck or Fate?

Phone Calls

I open my eyes, blink a few times, and glance over at my phone. The time is 7:30. I sigh and stumble out of bed to get ready for the day.

It's a few days after Killian left. Tuesday, Wednesday? Now that he's gone, my life is the same boring pattern. Wake up, eat, go to work, eat, come back home, eat, sleep. Over and over again. The days feel impossibly long now that I have nothing to look forward to. But, I guess I'm coping well. I haven't cried since Sunday, unlike Regina who cried almost every day after Daniel died. It's not that I don't miss him. It just doesn't seem real. Now that I think about it, I've only known him for what, a few months? How could someone I've known for such a short period of time grow to be one of the most important people in my life? Who knows.

But, he stayed true to his word. He texted me when he got to the border and called me when he got home.

"Hey. I just got home." He said.

"Great. How are you feeling after the drive?"

"A little stiff, but it's alright."

"So what happens now? You stay in Maine until your work decides you can go somewhere else?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so. But I don't think they'll send me off somewhere for a couple months."

"Why's that?"

"Usually they give us work at headquarters when we get back so we can readjust. They don't want the same people going everywhere. Risk of being recognized and targeted."

"Interesting. You know, our jobs are almost the same."

"Really? What do you do?"

"I'm a CIA agent."

"Woah, really?" Killian asked, surprise evident in his voice.

"Yeah, but I do the boring 'headquarter' stuff all the time. None of the action stuff."

"Wow, Emma. That's awesome."

"Thanks. But your job is way cooler."

"Mine? No way. You work for the government!"

"Yeah, well you work with wizards!"

We talked for a long time that night. That's one thing I love about him. He's super easy to talk to. You know when you meet up with an old friend and you have trouble keeping the conversation going? He's nothing like that at all. We could have talked the whole night, but it was Sunday and we both had work tomorrow.

"Hey, it's almost midnight." I said.

"What?? Oh Emma, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry about it." I interrupted. "I'd rather talk to you than sleep."

"I know. Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I leave work at 5 everyday and I'm off on weekends."

"Okay. Um, does 7 work?"

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." Actually I won't. I'll only get to hear his voice.

"Okay, bye Emma. I miss you."

"I miss you too."

I don't like saying goodbye to him. It's the worst part of the day. Worse than anything in the world.