#cliollope

Clio was coming today.

That was the thought that brought Callie out of bed this morning, the thought that carried her through her very-average  breakfast at the dining hall, the thought that kept her busy as she reorganized her closet for lack of something better to do. Clio was coming, Clio was coming.

It had been over a year since she’d seen Clio – heck, almost two years. She had not seen Clio since she left for England, had not seen Clio since Urania had come (“They’ll come,” Urania had always said about the rest of them. “In their time.” Callie saw now that that had not been true; that she had just been a piece in Urania’s grand plan).

Clio was coming to PrideU. Clio was coming on a train. Clio was coming and Callie was waiting and it had been a long time since she’d had good news.

Oh, that was right – Callie was heartbroken. Callie was a disaster. Callie was only functional because she had given herself a strict schedule to stick to, something that was inspired by Urania, actually. She only had one class, because it was summer, so she gave herself a million other projects to do. Clean out her closet; practice painting; record a whole demo for a soundcloud that didn’t exist yet; finish a chapbook; learn how to knit.

But Clio was coming and that was a spark of hope, a small warmth from the past that Callie needed to cling to. Clio was just a bit younger than Callie, but they’d grown up together in the temple. Their lessons had been different, but they’d overlapped enough that they would read epic legends and historical myths side by side. It had been so long since they’d done that though.

Callie was at the train station now, holding a bouquet of sunflowers, bouncing on her heels as the train pulled to a stop. Callie scanned the crowd and when she spotted Clio getting off of the train, she smiled brightly and dashed over.

“Clio!” she exclaimed, thrusting out the sunflowers. “Oh my gosh! I missed you so much!”