The conversation between them on the sofa was hesitant, awkward. They talked about important things, but in unimportant terms. Wendy sighed inwardly. It hadn’t been like this before. Once things had been easy, they could talk about anything and nothing for hours. Kevin had always been her best friend. Now all of a sudden this… feelings stuff had gotten in the way, and Kevin didn’t know how to talk to her anymore. She didn’t really know how to talk to him either, not when it was like this. She was trying hard, to make him comfortable and steer things to a place where it would be easy and make sense and he would just say it. But it wasn’t working and she didn’t understand why.
It hadn’t been like this any of the other times they had been together. Wendy could remember earlier versions of herself sometimes, little flashbacks from previous incarnations of her fey soul. She’d always known that she and Kevin were just supposed to be together, because they always had been, even in those other lives when they weren’t called Wendy and Kevin. And it had been easy then, things between them had just worked out, right? It was a little hazy in that part. She didn’t actually remember them getting together in previous times, she mostly just remembered them already being together and it just being… right.
But it wasn’t working this time. They would get close, and then stumble at the last hurdle and have to go back a few steps. How did Marco do it? He’d barely known Hazel for a week, and then suddenly they were together and now he was questing for her love and they were probably going to get married and have millions of babies and die of old age before Kevin ever even said anything.
She looked at Kevin, half listening to the conversation. There was something in his eyes as he talked – a sense of fear and doubt, almost struggling to look at her- that made her sad. Was she so difficult to talk to, to be vulnerable with? Why couldn’t he take the leap? He didn’t remember the other incarnations, she’d asked him about it once. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he didn’t think of her that way this time around…
And then a little voice stirred in the back of her head, a memory from a month ago. Wendy stopped in the middle of the conversation, sitting up straight. Kevin looked at her, a wrinkle of confusion on his brow.
Maybe he’s not the knight? Maybe you are?
Things suddenly became a little clearer. Damn it, why did Hazel have to be right? Sitting and waiting was no use. It hadn’t gotten her anywhere yet, and the way things stood it probably never would. Kevin was either not interested that way, or he was overthinking things and boxing himself into a corner with logic, making himself too confused to ever do anything. There was only one way to find out for sure which was true. Marco had taken the leap, he’d taken the risk and he’d got what he’d been fighting for. What was it she’d told Marco earlier?
Seize the day. You have to be the knight.
She leaned in, grabbed a handful of Kevin’s shirt and kissed him.
She had a brief flash of the other times this had happened in all her other lives. It was exactly the way she remembered. There were no fireworks and rainbows or anything stupid like that, just her and Kevin.
OK, there were a few fireworks and rainbows. Tasteful ones though.
When she stopped and pulled back, for a moment her heart clenched in the fear that she had been wrong and he didn’t feel that way after all. What if she’d misjudged, he hadn’t been overly logical about it all and now it had ruined things and they couldn’t be friends anymore?
Then she looked him in the eye, and the smile on his face made all the months of worrying and confusion just… melt away. All that was left was right here and now. And it was perfect.