After a week of waiting patiently in her room, Friday finally arrived. Alas, instead of feeling overjoyed, Jolene felt scared. After being discharged, she told her mother about her date with Sive on Friday.

“It’s good that you’re hopeful, my love, you will go to the Corn Festival with Sive, the good Lord willing,” Jacqueline said, hugging her.

After speaking, Jacqueline left Jolene perplexed. What did she mean by that? After a few minutes of pondering on her mother’s words, Jolene deduced that she had spoken in terms of trauma, and that they would not give in to the bad experience and they would go there, come rain or sunshine.

Jolene looked at the time on her phone, and it read 18:15. Sive was already late after the weird week he had made her endure. He had not responded to any of her texts, nor did he open them. It seemed like he had lost his phone in the crash like she had, but Jacqueline would never let her be off the grid, and she had already bought her one when she came out of the hospital. The new phone was even better than the one she had lost. It was a disheartening feeling though, because the only person she wanted to talk to or show the phone to was nowhere to be found.

Jolene could have gone to his house, but she knew his brother would murder her if she did, so she decided to take time for things to die down first and wait for Sive to be her escort and bodyguard.

She looked at the time again, and it read 18:17. She let out a groan, but her screensaver deterred her from her anger. It was a picture of her and Sive. They were at Oakland Point, at a bench where one of Bettisonville’s greatest love stories took place between the famous artist Harry Thorn and her beautiful wife, the powerful lawyer, Emily.

They had re-enacted their last hug, and set the phone camera to a timer and it took the picture perfectly. The sun radiating in their background added natural effect to the picture and made it even more brilliant.

After a while, Jolene unlocked the phone and a close up picture of them popped up with the app icons. On the picture, she had covered him with her arm, and they were pressing their cheeks together, both smiling vehemently. Just under Sive’s beautiful gleaming smile was her texting app. She then sent him a couple of angry texts and watched the single ticks stay single.

“Geez!” Jolene roared and backed up to the home screen again.

Over her arm, and where their cheeks pressed lovingly together, was the video calling app. As she was about to open it, a kid bumped into her. A weird looking meter device fell on her feet, and the HUD flashed languidly.

“Oh sorry,” the chubby boy with brown, well cut hair said, then he picked up the device and stood straight in front of her.

“It’s okay,” Jolene said, her eyes piercing the device. “What is that?” she asked, brows furrowed.

As the boy was about to answer, a ginger girl with a freckled face came to a halt next them, and the boy changed his posture from a rigid focused one to a lax one.

“You get a read?” the girl asked, swaying her body in a curious jest.

“Yeah, but it’s a false alarm,” the chubby boy responded, walking away from Jolene.

“That’s weird, I thought Doc said it was full proof,” the girl said, walking by the boy’s side.

“Bye,” Jolene muttered to herself.

“Speaking to yourself, huh?” a voice asked.

Jolene shrieked and jumped up at the voice that suddenly spoke from behind her. When she turned to inspect who it was, she saw Sive standing there with a weird smirk on her face. He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing when they had the accident. He must have replaced them since those ones had been bloodied. Hers were torn and bloodied as well. She got irritated.

“He should’ve gotten a phone instead,” Jolene thought to herself. “Dude!” she felt the tension seep out of her body. “Are you trying to get revenge by killing me?”

“Sorry,” Sive said, chuckling. “I couldn’t resist.”

Sive gestured towards the inside. “Well, shall we?” he asked.

As if on cue, Jolene walked in. He joined her and walked by her side. She held out her hand for him to take, but he did not. The hand was in his peripheral view, but it was as if he did not see it. Disheartened by the matter, she let it drop and hit her on her jeans.

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Tell us: What do you think could be the reason for Sive wearing the same clothes?