Skye felt sick.
She considered it being the way her little sister Jane drove the car. But she knew better. Carsickness would just be a cheap excuse for problems with roots that ran much deeper.
She tried to close her eyes but that just made it worse. So, she stuck with watching fields, trees and towns fly by out of the window from the comfortable passenger seat. Suddenly she caught herself thinking about the possibility of just telling Jane to turn the small red car around.
Would that solve her problem? Deep down she knew what the problem was. Or better: who.
Jeffrey Tifton sat in front of his piano. He thought it was the most beautiful and elegant instrument there is. But that was in the past. At the moment it just seemed plain and dull. He didn't know what to play although he was a passionate player. His thoughts were simply elsewhere.
The past weekend was an amazing surprise. He thought back to his surprise when he first spotted Jane's curly brown hair and how he couldn't comprehend that her and Skye really drove multiple hours just to visit him over the weekend. The weekend had passed at what seemed like more than ten times the regular speed. It felt like he had simply blinked, and it was over. And they were on their way back home.
A weird and unfamiliar mixture of feelings filled his stomach. Something between sadness, happiness and maybe even loneliness.
Skye had decided to face her fears. She got out her phone.
Hey Jeffrey,
No, that was stupid. Why couldn't she say something normal? She had just hugged him goodbye a couple hours ago. She deleted letter after letter.
Jane is driving like crazy
That was not only untrue. Also, it was mean. No.
Maybe third time's the charm she thought.
I miss you
Sent. 16:38.
I miss you too
Received. 16:39.