Chapter 2

Trudging home I felt light headed. My skin was buzzing from Zane's touch and I couldnt stop thinking of how heavy and thrillingly amazing his lips felt on mine. I shiver and almost squeal but take a deep breath calming myself down. When Rosie say us she had just given me an 'I-told-you-so' look which made me blush. I also admit I was clinging to Zane's hand when ever he was around which was lucky we had 2hrs of English lit.

So I barely parted from his side till he had to head for practice while I left with Rosie. She wasnt with me now cause she take a right where I take a left on Main Street. Yes, I know it sounds so cheesy but it really is the main street of our town. It joins Faire Street at a fourway junction in the middle of the plaza which is the hustle and bustle of shops and restaurants. It holds the best slushie bar that I've ever been to.

Tugging my keys out of my pocket as I reach the path up to my house I suddenly hesitate finding my eyes resting on a small little envelope on the door step. I tense as I approach it slowly finding my name on the front. I feel the rough paper beneath my fingers and frown because it seems old.

Moving to unlock the door I find myself almost focusing on the envelope. When I get in I put it down to slip off my shoes and hang up my bag. I tug my books out of my bag and put the envelope on top so I can carry them up to my room. Entering my room I lay them down on my desk before picking up the envelope. I move to my bed where I sit down and cross my legs. Turning it over I open the letter to find rougher paper inside with ink writing scribbled all over it.

My eyes widen cause this is no ordinary letter. Its a love letter written in proper ink with a proper quill. I swallow the lump in my throat and begin to read.

'Dear My Sweet Nyla,

                                                  I write this with the knowledge that you probably do not remember who I am. I would visit you but I thought I must send a letter before my arrival. You hate unexpected arrivals I know.
I've seen you with that friends of yours and I do hope you have not forgotten me enough that you have fallen for another man. I know this all seems odd to you and Alieria tried persuade me not to. To allow you to come to the truth in your own time but getting so close to the day you're meant to remember... I cant help but feel anxious.
I'm sorry if this scares you and I really pray it does not but I really had to write. I miss you with all my heart and love that I have.

From,
                  Callen'

I stare at the letter my hands trembling. The words on the page so familiar but it must be a joke, right? It cant be anything else. I fold the letter back up and shove it into the draw of my side table.

I swallow and move to do my homework at my desk. I find myself unable to concentrate though and fidget with my pen the words floating off the page. I groan and drop my pen raking my fingers back through my hair. Then I look at my clock and sigh getting to my feet moving downstairs.

I pull my shoes on before grabbing my phone, keys and purse. I head out hugging my body against the cold. How could that letter be so right about me though? To know about Zane and my hate of people just turning up at the door. I find it irritating answering to a boiler man who just assumes that he can just turn up and you'll be in.

Although the familiarity of the letter. It was like I've read one before. A face flashes into my mind and I stumble. Callen. I shake the picture from my head and this mysterious mans name.

It must be a joke. There's no chance of this being real... the love at the end seemed very sincere though. Oh stop it, I think hard. I've got one guy, a very hot guy, I have no reason to be off daydreaming about a mysterious other. Thinking of Zane I wonder if he'll be back from practice by the time I get back with the shopping. I should hope so. I have invited him round for tea and he knows I would hate him coming straight from practice.

I'd texted Aunt Jo about it almost immediatly after school and she'd quickly agreed. A bit too quickly which caused me to be suspicious and she had also said she's going to bring someone. I have a feeling its the gorgeous lawyer who also works at her agency which constantly consumed her thoughts at night. I dont mean to hear. She just project way to strongly. People usually do that when they're praying or are deeply in love.

I avoid places of worship at all cost most of the time. I cant deal with all the mental noise. It just sends me off into a spinning mental confusion. I'd learnt that when I'd tried to go with Rosie and her family to a Sunday mast. We had pretended I was just unwell not that I was overwhelmed with the volume of praying people that were blaring their voices into my mind.

It had been way to much to deal with. Entering the shop I tug the list I had tucked in my purse and come to the conclusion I will need a basket. Grabbing one from the rack I walk round the shop in a daze.

I do this so often I could probably find anything I needed in my sleep. When I pass through toiletries I stop at a certain shelf and find myself turning pink slowly before I finally rush on. Gosh, why did I stop there? I shouldnt even be thinking about that. Calming my racing heart I finish grabbing all the essentials for tonights dinner and head to a check out.

Which is when it happens again. A flash of a bright picture in my mind. Tall towering trees with beautiful lavender coloured leaves that flutter in the breeze and hang in chains from the branches along with crystals that look like tear drops. A bright orange sun that spreads a beautiful warm light across this beautiful land. I look up to meet soft pale grey eyes that spark with silver. "Nyla" a voice breathes.

Stumbling I'm back in the shop and a women is looking at me with a worried look. "You okay, dearie?" she asks. What is it with old ladies and calling young girls dearie?

"I'm fine" I mutter lifting my basket up onto the check out and finishing off with my shopping. Once I've paid for the stuff I grasp the bag and almost race out there with bright pink cheeks.

What the hell is happening?