Finding Kendall

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

"Ivaylo, hey! What's up?" I asked as I walked out the back door of the diner into the cool humid air.

The salty ocean breeze blew through my hair, blowing the long curly locks into my face. I tucked it behind my ear and turned to face the gentle wind. Twilight had just set in, the inky purple sky sparkling with thousands of diamonds. It was well lit behind the diner from the flickering artificial illumination of the street lights. I inhaled the scent of the sea deeply, letting it calm my frazzled nerves.

For some reason, I had been on edge the last few days. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. It was like the forgotten memories of my past were trying to tell me something, but I couldn't seem to grasp onto it. My déjà vu was becoming more frequent, although it was never anything in particular. A song, a movie, a type of food even. Nothing concrete to answer the questions of my past.

Nothing but the dream of the castle.

"I was just checking on you. Any more déjà vu?" Ivaylo inquired, his voice sounding distant, like he was distracted with something.

"Nope, not since last time I saw you."

I don't know why I lied. I never lied to my brother; he was my rock and I trusted him completely. But I couldn't shake the voice in my head telling me to stay silent. It had been telling me the same thing about the dream, which was why no one knew about it. It wasn't an actual voice, per say, more of an intuition. I didn't get it often, other than the dream I only had it for the past week in fact, but I listened to it.

As much as I trusted Ivaylo, I trusted my gut more.

"Aw, that's too bad Em. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it will come back and jog your memory." He said, sounding overly hopeful.

"Thanks." I answered tightly.

I wanted to take my frustration out on him, tell him that they weren't coming back. That he was an idiot for believing that they could. But I didn't. I shoved it down like always.

"You have any plans for this weekend?" He changed the subject.

"Nope. Probably just having a movie night with the girls after my shift ends."

Another lie.

"Hmm, well, have fun with that. Don't drink too much wine; I know how Maisie gets." He chuckled, but I didn't.

Wine. For some reason that stuck with me. I wasn't sure how a beverage could cause an intense bout of déjà vu, but that was exactly what it was doing. I knew I didn't like wine; that was no secret. Maisie drank entirely too much of it and had forced me on multiple occasions to try multiple kinds, but it never sat right with my palate. But, now, I got the distinct feeling that I had drank it before, not out of enjoyment, but out of politeness. Like it had been served somewhere and I drank it because I didn't want to be rude. Like I couldn't be rude.

"Em?" Ivaylo's voice drew me back to the present, the déjà vu retreating to the farthest corners of my mind.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm good. I thought someone was coming outside looking for me." I paused, trying to remember what we had been talking about. "I got it though. I'll keep the wine to a minimum."

"That's my girl." He encouraged.

I rolled my eyes at his overuse of that phrase, but smiled nonetheless. "Listen, Iv, I gotta' get back to work. I'll talk to you in a few days?"

"Of course, Emilia. I'll talk to you soon. I love you."

"You too." I answered, then I pressed the end button before he could say anything else.