Oh! What to do? He was missing him already. He looked up at the second floor where Phoenix was standing and he waved goodbye for the tenth time. If not that it could give his father a heart attack, he would have invited Phoenix to stay with them. He would have to begin to prep his father to accept Phoenix, because Zane, honestly can not imagine living a life without him.
He waved goodbye again and Phoenix chuckled, waving back at him.
Zane raised his hand again and a voice entered his ear, no it was as if the voice spoke in his mind, low and decadent, "I do love you but it is 6:03 and I am 3 minutes for the
Round-off Tournament. I intend to carry the cup this year, love."
Zane's eyes widened and he looked up at the person leaning on the rails of the second floor as if he had no bones.
"How did you do that?" He asked, his eyes widening. Did Phoenix just talk to me in his mind? That was amazing.
