My eyes fluttered open.
"Ugh." That beeping coming from my bedside table HAD to stop.I looked around,half expecting to see him standing there, chewing on wild mint. "Kian." His name rolled off my tongue as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I saw you in my dreams again."
Some people might say that it's crazy that I'm still waiting for someone whom I hadn't seen in a year, but ask any of my teachers: according to them, I am crazy.
I stood up,and looked in the mirror. My long red hair was in knots and my eyes were the only part of my face that were their usual color, AKA brown. Everything else seemed pale and taut, not unusual in the mornings. I grabbed a brush and yanked it through my hair.
"This," I promised myself, "This is gonna be the summer when he keeps his promise. Until then, you're just gonna have to deal."
Kian. The only boy I have ever liked; maybe even loved. Kian. Thoughts swirled in my head; thoughts of the Wishing Tree. Thoughts of the lake. Thoughts of the stupid project that allowed us to meet for the first time...then... No. I will not think about that. I will not focus on him leaving. I refuse to think about that. Even the thought of that fateful night still brought a pain into my heart. A tear fell down my face.
That was the past, I thought. It is over, and he is coming back to me. My heart sped up. What if he doesn't show? What if he changed his mind? What if he fell in love with some other girl? What if - My thoughts were interrupted by my mother yelling from across our flat for me to finish packing.
"I'm almost done!" I shouted back, almost urgently. Ever since my return to England, I have been waiting for this day. The day I go back to my father's home and get to see my kinda-sorta-almost-boyfriend.