| //Nevah's point of view\\ |
Ok, now the thing about Zero and I was, in our entire nineteen years of life, these necklaces had never lit up. They're supposed to glow brighter the closer you are to your soul mate sometimes it's things they've touched if they touched it recently enough.
Now I believe in soulmates as much as the next girl, but let's just say the amount of dread I felt for our meeting was by no means smaller than the amount of anticipation.
Had I thought about meeting him? Of course, like a whole hell of a lot. But after all these years without a single glow, I'd started to doubt it would even happen.
So imagine my surprise I'm walking through aisles of nonfiction and I feel a small, tiny shift in the amount of heat my body is coming in contact with.
And I look down to see my pendant emitting a soft silver-blue glow. It wasn't bright or intense. Not at all. A glow that dim could only mean an object he touched was near.
I stood frozen in place, staring down at my necklace while clutching the Fearless Trilogy in my hands, my fingers needing something to hold on to in order to calm my breathing and keep me from having a panic attack.
Of it was glowing because of something he touched, that means he was here not too long ago. Like ten minutes or less. He could even still be in the store.
The thought kicked me into overdrive and before I even knew what I was doing, my legs were propelling me forward without my permission, weaving in and out of shelves.
My eyes were so busy scanning the store that I couldn't bring myself to look down and check to see if the necklace was glowing brighter. I just went off the amount of heat I felt.
But the pendant never got any hotter or cooler and after three times hunting the large bookstore like a rabid predator, I had to admit to myself that he had gone.
I tried to ignore the fact that I was just as relieved as I was disappointed as I returned to the aisle where my necklace had began to glow.
I told myself firmly that I just wanted to continue looking around and my curiosity had nothing to do with wanting to find out what kinds of things he was interested in. I flat-out denied the giddiness I felt when the pendant grew the tiniest bit hotter near the section full of architecture books.
It was easy to tell which one he touched because whenever I touched them, my necklace grew brighter.
I told myself that I was getting three of those books because I thought architecture was a cool thing to study and I was genuinely interested and that stupid soul mate had nothing to do with it.
As I speed-walked in search of Zero so we could checkout, I half-wished that we had just gone to Books-A-Million instead.
