Kathylin

One. Two. Three. Nothing. Maybe I started too early. I held my breath without purpose and started the mental countdown again. Slower this time. One... Two... Three... Nothing again. I close my eyes tight and pictured her standing there. I thought about the image hard, drilled every detail in her body, her expression, and even that cigarette dangling from her lips. I drilled the image into my head so that there was no way she won't be standing right in front of me exactly the way I saw in my mind. Three. I repeated for the last time and opened my eyes. The spot was empty and I felt my heart sink to my gut. Damn it.