Revived Souls

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Flynn, Regen and I left Yuma, Arizona in the evening. A small part of me buried itself in a minuscule amount of melancholy for having left a place where I oddly felt like home. Leonara and that diner would be a definite miss. Life was good in that small town.
I could not deny my tad attachment to the place. After all I was there for a month. In that one month, a lot had happened and honestly, I had a tinge of hope that maybe we had found our place.
Our place in the world. A place where our past faded into nothing and we meant something. And where life made a sense.

Leaving to New York over a news channel was a jaw dropping surprise. Flynn was distant as a moon on the starlit night. He was somewhere else as his thoughts streamed in another world which I wasn't a part of.

It was a rainy night. The heavy downpour surrounded our journey making it particularly difficult to drive. Flynn did not utter a word. I did not want to intrude his thoughts and my eyes did catch the way his jaw and hands would clench as his knuckles turned white. This was a side of him I had never encountered. Fear lingered on my mind and I had even wondered whether he would turn out to be like him.

I prayed to God he wouldn't.

Genie was as happy as ever. We had told her that we would be going to New York as a picnic. She was brimming with joy with the news and she was the only source of entertainment in the car.
But by the time it was twilight, she was sprawled on the back seat clutching Mr. Snuggles, her stuff toy tight.

A streak of lightening struck the sky and claps of thunder roared as we passed a bridge on the interstate. As a result, I shrieked as I cupped my ears tight with my hand wanting to run away.
I was breathing hard with my eyes clasped and head sunk low.

My shriek surely demanded Flynn's attention. He snapped his eyes eyes from the road and placed it on me.

"I am scared of thunder. Phobia." I explained as I attempted to calm myself down.

My adoptive mom always sung songs into my ear at these situations. I badly wished she was here. Right now.

"I am coulrophobic.." He declared. I cast a look at him.

He said after a little while, "I have a fear of clowns. It started when I went to this fair with my dad when I was about four and then, the whole thing is just terrifying."

Silence wrapped us again and I could hear the pitter patter of the rain as it slid down the car window. I pressed my hand hardly on my seat as another thunder rumbled in the dark sky.

"You know I expected you to ask me why I was leaving to New York. But you barely said anything this whole drive." He raised his eyebrows and turned to face me.

I parted my hair to one side as I drew a long breathe. "I don't want to force an answer out of you. You would eventually tell me."

A half smiling Flynn was on full display. "That's what I like about you. You're not demanding or pushy." He then quietly added,"Except when it comes to leaving me."

I giggled at his remark. He was damn right. "You make us sound like a couple."

He pulled a clump of his hair and ruffled it. "You are a great girl. I wish I had met you before my life drained into a mess."