Revived Souls

P A R T S e v e n t e e n

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|S E V E N T E E N| our Games
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That night wasn't the first time I tried to kill myself. It's funny to think about it all in retrospect. My life wasn't particularly great before everything went tumbling down. But in those days of innocence, I was a nonchalant and awkward teenager who hid within the four walls of her bedroom listening to a few cool bands and reading loads of Jane Austen novels to survive high school.

Then came college, the so called place where I met my tormentor.
College was where I began to explore in terms of friends or clothes. The girl from hot, sunny California merged well into the busy and fashionable realms of New York. In my first year, I was residing in a dorm with a bitchy roommate who was always sending me glares or snarls. The dorm life wasn't spectacular of any sort but yet living in the Big Apple with a pain-in-the-butt of a roommate did not lessen the fun.

In my sophomore year at Columbia, I made a decision to move out of the dorm and ended up living on my own in an apartment which was only a few minutes walk to uni. With that, I had to work even harder for the payment of rent but it was worth it.

I was alone much to my parent's dismay, but I was living the life. I did not have much of a social life but I guess I did make a few acquaintances here and there. I was content, though. I had even gotten a part time job at one of the local café. I thought my life had finally fallen into place.

I was studying in my dream college, Columbia majoring in creative   writing. From the back of my eye, I still could recall that moment when I just received the acceptance letter from Columbia University saying that I was going to be enrolled on a scholarship. It all comes back in flashbacks - the happy tears falling freely down my cheeks, the heavy pounding of my heart. That was the only moment in life I was really happy. Where I felt like a bird flying in the endless seams of sky and found horizon.

That was until the bird was captured inside a cage.

And then the bird lost all it's freedom and died a painful death inside. I was merely breathing but never living.

A ghost of a smile crept to my lips as I adjusted my untamed hair. My nostrils caught the whiff of something delicious and I took a long breathe as my eyes involuntarily shut on its own accord.

Flynn's penthouse was an amazing, surreal reality. It had everything a man would practically want. If I owned a place like this, I would never step my foot out of it. I wondered why he'd leave his home and roamed through towns with a girl like me.

Au contra-ire,why would I have left my everything behind and decided to play partner with a guy who lived on the other side of the world? 

Easy. We were both running away from life. We wanted to embrace death. Life screwed us both and we had lost everything we once possessed. Sure, our worlds contrasted against each other as day and night. But we were an unfixable mess.

My eyes trained on the photo frame of his sister which was hung nicely against the wall. I had noticed that most of the rooms in here contained her photographs, the excruciating evidence of memories.

"Wanna taste these, princesses?"

I was landed back into present from the journey of my thoughts and I glanced at Flynn who was behind the stove cooking something mouthwatering. He looked relaxed as if he was reveling himself through the cooking.

Genie was sat on one of the high chairs facing the island. She was engrossed in a game of candy crush and was occasionally making cheerful coos or frustrated grunts. I chuckled lightly at the cuteness of it all.