Revived Souls

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I always believed in Afterlife.

You could call me stupid or be on the same line with me.

But the truth was life in the world was plainly ruthless and a mere torture. It was like a cycle of short term happiness and prolonged disappointments. It was full of trials. Nothing was a fair game. Anybody could be anybody. And that included being a monster,too.

To me, Life was a beautiful lie.

Truth hurts a lot but doesn't hurt as much as uncovering a lie would.

And I had just got the bitter taste of it. Life was a cruel joke in actuality. Why did I have to keep getting strong and wage a war against life when I already know that it's going to end someday? Why fight when world meant nothing to me.

I wanted to be dead because I knew that there'd be a life after death. Maybe that life would be just and fair. Happy and peaceful. Maybe I would have found a home. A home where I truly belong to. Where I could be on my own and where shadows of your past fade and perhaps where my skin would gleam but not with scars.

What I did fail to realize was that life could always change. Like how you change or people change and honestly, that's the scariest part. Change.

I was beginning to like living a lot. I mean, life is a heaven when you have beautiful people in it. And surprisingly, mine was the same case.

Maybe now I do believe in the popular saying that 'every cloud has a silver lining.'

Oh lord, I was being cheesy.

I giggled out of nowhere and Flynn elevated his eyebrows looking at me as he drank his cup of coffee. "Is everything okay? Should I be worried?" His tone was playful.

"Quit it. I am just happy, that's all." I said with a smile poking out of my lips.

"That's good." He took a chug of his coffee and rested his gaze on me. "I am gonna meet my lawyer. I am a nerve wreck already."

"Don't be. C'mon." He nodded his head and stared at something distant.

A moment later, he went to his bedroom for a change of clothes when Genie woke up and smiled at me as she sat in the stool.
Her eyes looked drowsy but her smile was still intact.

I greeted her. "Good morning, princess. Sleep good?"

"Yeah, I saw a real genie in my dream." I was now used to her obsession with anything magical or fairy tale.

I handed her a glass of milk as I made myself comfortable by leaning on the countertop.

"Princess Genie, you are awake!!" I heard Flynn say and I turned to look at him.

I did a doubletake as my eyes roamed over his attire. He was in one of those formal shirts which was draped with a suit. His hair was neatly combed but still had the messy edges. He looked every bit CEO-ish and he had an aura around him which practically screamed money.

In one word, he was gorgeous.

He was then smirking. Maybe he caught me.