Revived Souls

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

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|T W E N T Y s e v e n|our Confrontation
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Our world was full of Miracles and Mysteries. Everything around us hid secrets. All you need was a sharp observant eye and trust me, you would find every little thing capturing your attention because it was beautiful.

Beautiful, the most overrated word in the dictionary. But not all pretty things were beautiful. Because beauty itself was a miracle. It was a miracle as it could be found in the least aesthetically attractive things. All you needed was a broad and unbiased mind that took abstract view of everything.

Then, perhaps you would agree with Walt Whitman that miracles did exist. Not that I or my life was a miracle in any form. If anything, my life was a sob story. The one you would see in countless soap operas and would make you probably bawl your eyes out with an ice cream. Yeah, domestic violence were widespread. I was nothing special. I was just an exemplary example that mothers would warn their daughters about especially while choosing a boyfriend. They would advise their daughters not to end up like me.

Whilst the world was giving me doe eyes, I paid no mind to it. And honestly, Flynn helped me a lot.

Flynn....

My mind swirled with his thoughts and I kept smothering a smile. I could barely sleep without his face filling my mind and reigniting those feelings back into my heart.

The kiss was definitely the best miracle I had ever had. Besides Genie and Flynn, of course.

Since the kiss, we were as awkward as the middle schoolers  that had their first kiss. We avoided any exchange of glance and if at all it happened, we would shift our eyes away quickly in a fraction of a second.

The tension was as dense as a wood. It was getting unbearably uncomfortable with both of us.

Four days and five nights have passed since my arrival at my childhood home. Nothing much happened really except the kiss in the duration. I spoke minimally with my parents and Lance who kept teasing me about Flynn.

Apparently Lance had approved of Flynn after spending a night out with him at the local nightclub. I was told that Lance had tried to make Flynn go out with a very hot specimen of a female but he had only adamantly refused. He blew her off with a ''not interested'' vibe and Lance finally decided to remove the ''protective older brother'' exterior and warmly welcomed him to ''bro-hood''. Not my words at all.

Lance had even invited Flynn to play footie with his pals at the old stadium. That was something huge because Lance wasn't somebody who would easily warm up to people. But he said that my boy was an exception.

I laughed when he insinuated Flynn was mine. He simply wasn't.

"...When he is gonna be born, I am gonna spoil him mindless. He is gonna love his bath time and when he is a little older, I am gonna take him to parks. He is gonna make friends and my boy will be someone someday. And I will never pressure him to be someone I want him to be. He is gonna become who he wants to become. And he will love his life. Lance and I will make sure of it." Lance's pregnant fiancée and my soon-to-be sister-in-law finished her long soliloquy with a wide grin. She even had tears in her eyes. Oh God.

Portia was simply amazing and so natural. She was easily excited and acted crazy and teenager-ish most of the time. She was the best friend material, you know. But the best part about her was her funny personality. She had a good sense of humor and could enact almost anybody. Damn, she was dramatic as hell. Drama lived in her blood. Not my words again.