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moments ago and
began to cry.
Kira needed to understand whatever was going
on. The frustration of not knowing was driving her crazy. Luke
didn’t want her spending time with Tristan, and even Tristan didn’t
want her spending time with Tristan, so she decided there was only
one thing to do: spend more time around Tristan. Kira knew he was
the key to finding out her role in everything, and she knew he
wanted to be close to her even if another part of him fought that
feeling. After watching him run away, Kira became even more
determined to solve this mystery revolving around her, even if she
would come to regret losing this ignorance like Tristan had
said.
Kira stood up and wiped her face free of
tears. She looked out at the sun setting over Charleston and knew
it was time to leave the church and what had happened there behind
for a little while.
She grabbed her bag, which she had set down
on the bench, and noticed that Tristan had dropped his notebook on
the way out. She leaned down under the bench and slid the notebook
from its hiding place in the dark. In place of a novel, she knew
what she would be looking at before bed tonight.
After finding her way through the bells and
back down the steps, Kira searched for that janitor’s staircase
Tristan had mentioned. Kira walked in the dark around the circular
steps three times before finally finding a small knob beautifully
free of cobwebs and dirt, and she slowly opened the door. This path
led right down to the front lobby of the church, and Kira silently
cursed Tristan as she placed her foot on each superbly polished
step. She quickly walked through the lobby and out the door;
thankful no one was there to see her sneaking out. After a bit more
walking, Kira finally managed to find her car. When she got home,
her parents were not pleased.
"Where have you been all day? I was worried
sick," her mother barraged her as soon as she opened the front
door. Her father stood in the background nodding his head and
giving her a stern look. "I expected you to come home hours ago.
Isn’t this why we bought you a phone, so you could call us if you
were running late? You don’t understand what can happen to a young
girl out alone at night."
Kira rolled her eyes and appeased her mother
by listening to the lecture that began. She’d lived in New York,
Kira thought, she understood the dangers of being alone in an
unfamiliar place. She didn’t bother to mention she had been
abandoned by her tour guide after he ditched her in the church
steeple they had broken into, which was why she had trouble finding
her car.
Eventually, her mother cooled down and
started breathing again. After which, Kira quickly said goodnight,
made her exit and snuck into her sister's room to kiss her sleeping
forehead. When she made it to her own room, Kira breathed a sigh of
relief that her father had remained silent because he usually asked
all the questions she didn’t want to give answers to. He was very
good at reading people and almost always knew when she was hiding
something.
After a shower and some chocolates from her
secret candy stash, Kira laid down in bed and turned on her reading
lamp. She gently eased Tristan’s notebook open, and looked over the
drawings she had gazed at earlier that day.
Again, Kira noticed the expressions he was
able to convey and she tried to think on why he chose those people
on the benches in those three drawings that truly caught her eye. A
homeless man? Had Tristan been homeless, or did he just sympathize
with a man who had lost everything? An older woman? He could have a
grandmother he missed or old women could remind him of the age his
mother should be. Kira thought back to his question. Did she
believe he could have been alive during the war? Could he
sympathize with the old because he would never be there? And what
of the young couple in love? Was that why he pulled away? He was
jealous of those in love because he believed he was not deserving
of it?
Kira sighed.
began to cry.
Kira needed to understand whatever was going
on. The frustration of not knowing was driving her crazy. Luke
didn’t want her spending time with Tristan, and even Tristan didn’t
want her spending time with Tristan, so she decided there was only
one thing to do: spend more time around Tristan. Kira knew he was
the key to finding out her role in everything, and she knew he
wanted to be close to her even if another part of him fought that
feeling. After watching him run away, Kira became even more
determined to solve this mystery revolving around her, even if she
would come to regret losing this ignorance like Tristan had
said.
Kira stood up and wiped her face free of
tears. She looked out at the sun setting over Charleston and knew
it was time to leave the church and what had happened there behind
for a little while.
She grabbed her bag, which she had set down
on the bench, and noticed that Tristan had dropped his notebook on
the way out. She leaned down under the bench and slid the notebook
from its hiding place in the dark. In place of a novel, she knew
what she would be looking at before bed tonight.
After finding her way through the bells and
back down the steps, Kira searched for that janitor’s staircase
Tristan had mentioned. Kira walked in the dark around the circular
steps three times before finally finding a small knob beautifully
free of cobwebs and dirt, and she slowly opened the door. This path
led right down to the front lobby of the church, and Kira silently
cursed Tristan as she placed her foot on each superbly polished
step. She quickly walked through the lobby and out the door;
thankful no one was there to see her sneaking out. After a bit more
walking, Kira finally managed to find her car. When she got home,
her parents were not pleased.
"Where have you been all day? I was worried
sick," her mother barraged her as soon as she opened the front
door. Her father stood in the background nodding his head and
giving her a stern look. "I expected you to come home hours ago.
Isn’t this why we bought you a phone, so you could call us if you
were running late? You don’t understand what can happen to a young
girl out alone at night."
Kira rolled her eyes and appeased her mother
by listening to the lecture that began. She’d lived in New York,
Kira thought, she understood the dangers of being alone in an
unfamiliar place. She didn’t bother to mention she had been
abandoned by her tour guide after he ditched her in the church
steeple they had broken into, which was why she had trouble finding
her car.
Eventually, her mother cooled down and
started breathing again. After which, Kira quickly said goodnight,
made her exit and snuck into her sister's room to kiss her sleeping
forehead. When she made it to her own room, Kira breathed a sigh of
relief that her father had remained silent because he usually asked
all the questions she didn’t want to give answers to. He was very
good at reading people and almost always knew when she was hiding
something.
After a shower and some chocolates from her
secret candy stash, Kira laid down in bed and turned on her reading
lamp. She gently eased Tristan’s notebook open, and looked over the
drawings she had gazed at earlier that day.
Again, Kira noticed the expressions he was
able to convey and she tried to think on why he chose those people
on the benches in those three drawings that truly caught her eye. A
homeless man? Had Tristan been homeless, or did he just sympathize
with a man who had lost everything? An older woman? He could have a
grandmother he missed or old women could remind him of the age his
mother should be. Kira thought back to his question. Did she
believe he could have been alive during the war? Could he
sympathize with the old because he would never be there? And what
of the young couple in love? Was that why he pulled away? He was
jealous of those in love because he believed he was not deserving
of it?
Kira sighed.
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