Revived Souls

P A R T T h i r t y F o u r

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|T H I R T Y f o u r |our Start
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I had long ago acknowledged the fact that fear sometimes, could be a very disillusioned thing—like one of those brain twisting mind games that always leaves you on the edge. Fear had been one of the feelings I could always familiarize myself with, considering how much of a panicky person I was.

My fears had somehow helped me become a stronger person and overcome it. I was afraid of getting my heart broken and becoming a crying mess which was one of the fine reasons why I always kept my distance from ever being involved in the risky business of feelings. Yet I had fallen in love and look what it had done to me.

Fear could be simply irrational. And sometimes your worst fears come alive like mine did—I feared getting hurt emotionally but I got hurt emotionally and physically. But I still stood my ground in believing that believing in your fears was what made it real and alive.

FEAR is after all, False Evidence Appearing Real.

I chanted this useful mantra quietly wanting myself to believe that everything will be alright even though a large part of me knew that was not plausible. But I was in a dire need of fixing my vulnerabilities and becoming strong.

Sipping the hot coffee from the cup, I blew out a cold breathe. My lips were once again chapped and dry as we stepped out of the sunny California and into the chilled air of Seattle where we decided to take a break.

Everything I saw was white—crisp, thick and soft flakes of snow scattered all around. The city was still buzzing with the usual weekend peak hours when people returned home from work. It was such a pretty sight—all the headlights of the vehicles rushing through traffic lights amidst the snow.

A knock on the window drove me away from my train of thoughts. A smiling Flynn then made his way back to the car with light pink cheeks from the freezing temperature.

He rubbed his hands together trying to make himself warm. I noticed a small plastic wrapped packet of brownies secured on the dashboard of the car.

"We could stop at a restaurant." He chewed on his bottom lips looking at me expectantly. "I thought it was best if we could find a good hotel or something to stay the night over."

My eyebrows shot up. "You want to stay in a hotel?" I gave him a confused look.

"I..I mean I am kinda tired from all the driving. It's been about twelve hours since we left." He reasoned out. The exhaustion was palpably vivid in his features especially his eyes which had bags underneath.

"I know. But we don't need a hotel. We could just rest in the car." I said shrugging my shoulders.

He looked at me incredulously as if I was mentally unfit. His eyebrows crowded together as if wondering if he had heard me right.

"In the car? You mean, when it's minus seven degrees outside? I don't wanna get hypothermia, just so you know." He took a long breathe in and eased his head against the seat.

"We have to get to freaking Alaska! Now, quit your dramatics, Barbie and suck it up." I took one brownie to my mouth and almost fainted at the heavenly delicacy.

"Did you just call me Barbie?" His mouth now snapped into a thin, straight line and his eyes sending a hard glare.

"Oh yes, I did." I rolled my eyes. "So you could perhaps get down to the outskirts where we could park the car."