Hope isn't a word I really believe in. [ON HOLD]

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

‘There’s nothing to fear but fear itself.’

Franklin D. Roosevelt

After Sinny’s heart rate had lowered to average, she said, “So… you’re scared of fire then, huh?”

Gnit gulped and sat upright. “No. I don’t know vot you’re talking about, Sinny.”

“Aw c’mon! You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” Gnit stood up straight, satisfied with his metaphor, brushed himself off and walked away.

Sinny half-laughed cheekily and called, “Whatever then, oh brave Gnit!” She sat herself up, pulled her book in front of her and began to read once more, forgetting all about the empty space in her stomach.

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Rain began to pour down and she quickly ran for cover inside her tent.

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Dark storm clouds rumbled over Phinor like some forbidden curse. Heavy rain pelted down almost viciously and the smell of moist earth was in the air. It was a warm storm to her pleasure. There was incredible noise outside of the thunder and the rain, as Sinny wrapped the thick soft sleeping bag around herself.

As a child, she had sort of liked this weather; everyone could endure a small slice of pain that she was feeling inside, but visually. Especially when those flashes of light splashed across the sky.

Like a vampire, the sky would entrance you until you lust for it, surveying how so many different shades and pigments of colour could create that vast canopy, and intriguing you, then a shock of lightning would snap at you and far off thunder will rumble tauntingly.

Sinny’s eyes lapped it up, before turning back to her book. Her sleeping bag was like a cacoon sheltering her from the outside. Gratefully, she turned a page.

Engrossed in the incredibly long history of ‘morphication’, she didn’t realize Gnit slipping into the tent…

Her eyes concentrating on the sentences, she didn’t see him tiptoeing across the ground…

Blocking out all movement, she didn’t even feel his gentle breaths on her face…

“Boo!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, only five centimeters away from her.

She gasped and flinched in fright, wide eyes whipping up to him. They quickly changed from surprised, to disgruntled. “Ha-ha. Very funny, Gnit.” She moaned.

It did seem funny to Gnit though.

Hilariously funny.

Raucous laughter erupted from his lips as he shook his head. Sinny pouted.

“Very funny, indeed!” he replied, ignoring her tone of sarcasm. He held his forehead in his palm, chuckling. “You should’ve seen your face!”

Sinny assessed his appearance: his brown hair was now dripping wet from the short run between tents and the upper part of his t-shirt was soaked, but his eyes still sparkled. He wiped his face that had a few stray freckles dotted around it.

“Get away, Gnit. I’m reading if you hadn’t realised, before you rudely interrupted me!” she said.

“Aw, c’mon, Sinny-poo!” he laughed some more at his recent joke. “Best friends are like four leaf clovers – hard to find and lucky to have. Lighten up!”