So it's been two years since Charlie left me here. Two years since I witnessed Zack's life being taken away from him by that sword. Two years of nightmares and torture while I wonder how and if I could have saved him. Two years of living life as though nothing has changed. Two years without any contact from Charlie.
As for the twins, I decided to name them Leah and Alec. Both of them have learned to stay in human form when I take them to public places. Especially daycare. I take them there while I work at the petrol station two buildings down. Normally it takes me 20 minutes to walk there by myself, but when I take the buggy with me, it's more like just over half an hour.
"Thank you for shopping with us, would you like anything else?" I gave my best fake smile as I punch in the prices of the Dr Pepper and tic tacs into the cash register.
"Yeah, I would." That can't be who I think it is, can it? Slowly raising my eyes from the chipped tile floor, my heart almost melted at the sight of the one person I have been longing for this whole time.
"Zack." My voice barely came out as a whisper while my mind reels over the debate of whether this is a hallucination or some miracle that has happened while no one was looking. "Is that really you?"
"I'm about as real as you are." He let out a light chuckle as I throw myself over the counter and wrap my arms around him as tight as I can. Zack felt just as good as the time I laid beside him on the river bank. "Whoa there, missed me much?"
"Missed doesn't even describe how much I've wanted to be in your arms again." My voice was muffled due to the fact my head is muzzled into his silver grey jumper. Wait a minute, "I thought you was dead."
"I was." By now, I was stood back behind the counter watching Zack's mysterious brown eyes with deep intensity. "Turns out you healed me that much over the years, I've become immortal just like you."
Just at that moment, my mobile phone began to vibrate on the counter. I glanced back and forth between the phone and Zack, deciding whether or not I should answer it or leave it to go to voicemail. After 10 rings, I decided to answer unwillingly.
"Hello, Kaitlyn speaking." My voice sounded off-guard as opposed to the formality I was hoping for.
"Hi, are you Miss Sierra?" Well this is weird, didn't I just say who I was? And why does the male's voice sound anxious to talk to me?
"Uh, yeah why?" Something wasn't right and I couldn't figure out what.
"There's been a little accident and, well..." His voice drifted as something unfamiliar filled the silence. Why hasn't he told me yet?!
"What is it?" I ask, sounding a little too impatient.
"I'm afraid your Uncle Charlie is dead."