Violet
My heart was beating a hundred miles per hour and my mind was filled with unanswered questions, mixed feelings of happiness, surprise, shock, confusion, hope to finally find something I was looking for for such a long time. Even through all that cocktail of emotions, I felt calm, almost tranquil as I walked beside Sawyer in nice still warm summer weather. September was in full bloom, almost slipping away into a moment in time.
"So," Sawyer said, rubbing the back of his head in what seemed like a nervous gesture, "is every prediction so, so ...?"
"Theatrical?" I offered, seeing how he stiffened for a second before nodding.
"Not all deliveries require such execution," I giggled a little, "predictions differ, they can be of various levels of importance. I can have a dream about a
