Voice Is Numb

Chapter Six (Kelly’s POV)

The cool air floods my lungs as we step out the door. I take a deep breath and remind myself, Stay calm, Kelly. You can do this. 

Julie immediately takes off down the road, and I have no choice but to follow her. 

“Where exactly are we going Julie?” I ask, hoping she will have planned this far ahead.

“Think about it Kelly, if you came to London for a vacation or something, where would you want to visit?”

Good point. I think about it for a minute, considering a few different places.

“I guess… hmm… I don’t know… the zoo?”

“Well then let’s start there!” Julie says excitedly, starting to walk faster as she pulls me along.

* * * * *

“Well that was pointless,” I say disappointed on our way out of the zoo.

“But it was a good start!” Julie tells me. “Lets think of some more places!”

Why does she always have to be so darn positive!? I can’t help thinking. But I move on.

“Ooh I know! Let’s go to the National Park!” she suggests.

“Alright,” I say, sounding less energetic than I’m trying to.

* * * * *

“Okay Julie! That’s enough! We’ve been everywhere, and we’re obviously not going to find them!” I say loudly, trying really hard not to scream at her.

I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care if we never find them. I don’t. I’ll find Jason again, I’m sure that there was something between us. Zayn is just another stupid obstacle in the world of love.

Julie looks down. She looks like a child who was just told that Santa Claus isn’t real. There’s a part of me that feels bad for her, that makes me want to keep looking just to make her happy.

But then there’s that other part, the more dominant one, that’s telling me it’s time to give up, and if I can get over it, Julie can. Why is she even this excited? She met them! She wasn’t pulled away! She doesn’t need them! She should be fine! But why isn’t she? I can’t figure her out!

“Lets just go home, okay?” I say, trying to show her that I’m just as sad as she is, but also that I feel bad.

She nods her head and we put our arms around each other, walking back to my house.

When we get back to my house, I decide to let her stay the night, we can watch some old movies and eat ice cream. 

I lend her a pair of pyjama pants and I grab one for myself and we put them on. After I grab some ice cream from the freezer and two forks, not spoons, we settle on the downstairs couch and have a marathon of old romantic comedies, eventually falling asleep.