The Blink of an Eye

Chapter 38

“Have you been coming here to relax while I was gone?” He randomly asked as soon as we sat in that same spot by the lake. I pursed my lips up in a thought, and then I shook my head from side to side. “Why not?” He laughed out, picking up a random rock and throwing it into the lake. I mimicked him by picking up a rock too, slowly reminiscing again on old times. I shrugged while throwing the rock into the lake.

“I don’t know. I just couldn’t bring myself to come here. It would remind me too much of you.” I met eyes with him, and he studied me a little while before throwing another rock into the lake.

I did the same, hearing the rock that I threw just then plummet into the reviving and chill waters was like music to my ears. I smiled to myself, officially relaxed. I haven’t felt like this in a while.

“It would’ve taken your mind off of things,” He stated, backing up against a tree.

I did the same.

“How are you and Brandon?” He suddenly asked. My eyes widened for the fraction of the second and I sighed.

“We’re not…talking anymore, really.” I mumbled.

“Why not?” He asked, turning to me. His voice sounded calm but astonished simultaneously.

I shrugged, “We’ve had arguments in the past, and I guess we just gave up on communicating.” He studied me for a little while, a small frown on his face.

“Does it bother you?” He asked out of curiosity, scooting closer to me. I nodded and shrugged, not sure on how I felt about it. He looked at me a little while longer before glancing at the sun setting slowly. “Snowflake, you remember when you kept pestering me on about why I didn’t care if my life was stirred in an awful direction? Why I didn’t care if I wasn’t going to be somebody?” He mentioned.

I pulled strands of hair behind my ears. “Of course. That still bothers me that you don’t care. Would your vague and weak answer still be told to me if I asked you why again?” I asked, looking him in the eyes. He tucked his lips inwards, and then he finally shook his head from side to side. I sat up more, ready for him to tell me.

“The reason why I didn’t and still don’t look forward to a bright future is because I don’t actually see a future for me.” He suddenly said out, his intense eyes glancing into mines and back into the sky.

I gaped at him for a little while and started giggling, “Of course you’d say that. You already told me you wouldn’t have a good future because you refuse to do anything with your life, and-”

“No, Heather. I don’t see a future in my life…at all.” He said aloud.

I looked him in the eyes for a little while longer, “You mean…?”

He nodded slowly, looking down at his hands.

“You believe you’re going to die before you even get a chance to have a future?! What do you mean?” I was practically shouting at him for thinking such a horrible thing. How could you think you’re going to die? I stood up while looking down at him, infuriated.

Kresten stood up as well, dusting himself off, “Chill, Heather.”

My face softened, my lips trembling. He looked at me for a little while as he tried to get me to calm down.

When I was at a peaceful enough state, he started talking back up again, “A while ago, I think the day after Lola left, I had a premonition.” He suddenly claimed, giving me that intense glare. As I was about to protest against his story, he motioned for me not to by giving me a look. I closed my mouth again, having no choice but to hear him out, “I had a premonition that I was going to die. And I even had a dream about it the night after. And while I was in jail, I had more premonitions about it, it’s weird.” He said aloud, cupping the back of his neck again.