Meeting My Soul Mate

Chapter 3 "So I can see.."

What. Just. Happened?

Just a second, he's here and then he's gone.

"Nate?", I mumbled. "Nate, where are you?"

No answer.

I didn't know exactly what to feel. I was flooded with too much emotions, too hard to manage.

Before I knew it, I was crying.

I was ecstatic, and suddenly worried, scared, hurt, and mad all at the same time.

I hugged my knees.

He couldn't have been joking, could he? I knew for sure he was serious. He should be serious.

He wouldn't have left just like that. That fast.

What? Does he have teleporting powers or something?

Or maybe I was just dreaming. Day dreaming.

But no. No, the sketch of myself is still here. I can still feel his presence lingering onto me. His lips, his arms. It can't be a dream.

There has to be a reason. There has to be a reason he left. I have to know. I need to find him.

I looked at the lake, the sun was up, the sky's awake. I gazed at my watch.

It was almost 7:30 am. Mitchie must be in the kitchen by now. The last thing I'd need is Mitchie noticing I was crying. All I really need at the moment is a fresh shower and some breakfast, before finding Nate.

Oh Nate.

I quickly shoved all the things, except for my guitar, into my bag. I went straight to my cabin and took a quick shower.

After my shower, I got dressed up into my usual clothes. You know, the bright colors, the jacket, the shirt, some random pair of pants - just the normal simple crazy things I wear. I'm in a camp, not a fashion runway.

I made my way to the mess hall just in time for breakfast and Mitchie's off from the kitchen.

"Caitlyn!"

"Hey. Good morning Mitchie.", I said as we both fell in line for breakfast.

"Where were you this morning?", Mitchie asked. "You were up way too early."

"Oh, well I was just strolling around. I needed to find some inspiration for Final Jam.", I said.

"Oh! Well, have you written anything yet?", Mitchie squealed excitedly.

"Yeah, kind of."

"You'll have to show me that, later.", Mitchie said, smiling her signature smile.

"Why? Aren't you busy with Shane or something?", I asked, grinning as we went to our usual tables. "Wait a minute, where is everybody?", I asked, noticing our tables are empty.

"Oh well, their kinda busy today since Shane and Jason aren't around.", Mitchie said as we both sat down.

"Why? Where did the two go? I haven't seen them since like, the whole yesterday night..", I said. "..which is weird, because I always see Shane with you all the time."

"Don't you know?", Mitchie asked, giving me a look.

"Don't I know what?", I asked, confused. "Did something happen?"

"Well.."

"Wait, you two didn't break up, did you?", I asked.

"No! It's nothing like that.", Mitchie said. "It's about Nate."

"What about Nate?", I asked. Now, I'm really interested in this.

"You really have no idea?"

"I don't. I mean, no one told me anything. Nate hadn't told me anything.", I said, eating my pancakes. Mitchie paused.

"Well, it's not like he can..tell you anything.", Mitchie sighed.

"Mitchie, what is going on?", I asked. Why am I having such a bad feeling about this?

"Nate left camp yesterday morning to have his check-up for diabetes..", Mitchie said. "He was supposed to be back by that afternoon but..he wasn't."

Why hadn't Nate told me about that? Was that what he meant when he said it might be too late?

"Then last night we had a call from the police."

"And?", I said, pushing for more details, as I ate. This breakfast conversation is really going somewhere. At least, I could hope I'd know where Nate is.

"They said that...that Nate got into a car accident-"

WHAT?

I coughed and coughed as I choked at the pancake I was eating.

"Caitlyn! Oh my gosh, are you okay? Here, have some water."

I drank and finally swallowed what I was eating.

"What did you say?!", I exclaimed.

"I was saying-"

"Nate got into a car accident?!"

"Uh, yeah....he did."

"You're kidding me, right?", I said.

Mitchie stared at me. "Uhmm...No?", she said.

I suddenly felt nauseous. My hands began shaking. My world started spinning. No, that's just impossible. Too impossible. It was all so real.

"Caitlyn, are you okay? You look pale."

"When did that happen?", I blurted out, hoping what I'm thinking isn't a bit true.

"Yesterday afternoon."

My body flooded with horror. I stood up. I couldn't feel a thing. I heard Mitchie say something but I was too confused to understand what it was. I saw the campers starting to form into a crowd and suddenly someone was yelling my name. Everything was slowly disappearing into a blur. But then, I saw a familiar face standing out in the distorted crowd.

Nate.

Everything went black.

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CLIFFY! (I guess?)

Stay tuned.

-C.