The Flipsyde

Post-its and more post-its

Hey guys :) back again. And thank you all so much for your likes/votes!! Prologue just hit 100 reads and I'm super thrilled about it!! 

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As I lay on my bed that night- my skin still tingling from the gas fumes, I couldn't help but remember everything that had happened in the past few days. If someone had told me that Christopher would get hurt, I would cross over the wall and raid- that too during a period of increased security- after which i would meet a pretty girl on the other side who'd actually be nice enough to help me save Christopher, following which I would break into a hospital and almost die due to inhaling poisonous fumes in the air vent, I'd honestly end up laughing to the point of tears.

But now that it was true, I didn't know what to think of it.. The adventure of a lifetime- packed into a few days.. 

My thoughts drifted back to Isa.. No not about how she looked.. But what she did. I know I'd let her go when she had come to raid, but all she had to do to call it even was let me go. She took a leap of faith- believing me and giving me the money to help Christopher. That quality was hard to come by in a person.

But the fact I couldn't digest is that she took it one step further than me. Saving me and Christopher both.. I could never thank her enough for what she did.. But if I had a chance- maybe, just maybe I could try and help her. With anything she wanted. I owed it to her.

As I thought of a plan to meet her again, fatigue overtook me. My eyelids slowly got heavier- passively pushing my mind back into a state of peace.

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The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping. Birds were rarely found in this half of the city, so I sat there- just soaking in the moment.

"Marcus!" I heard my mom shout. "Are you awake?" 

As I ate breakfast, I thought about how I was going to meet Isa- finally settling on leaving a note in her room- telling her to meet me the next day under the bridge.

Guess where I was as soon as I had finished my errands? That's right! Climbing the wall! 

The soreness of the past few days still echoed in my body, but an improvement in my climbing technique more than made up for that. My back muscles were kept looser, with my body much closer to the wall. Most importantly of all, I now knew the exact route I wanted to climb by- saving me minutes of hanging off the wall and reassessing my route.

After reaching the top of the wall, I only had to stop for a single breath before continuing down the wall- a sign of my improving technique.

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It wasn't hard to identify the house. It was however hard to take in how it looked. After three months on the poor side, it looked like heaven. A three floor house- each floor measuring about 5,000 square feet, with the outside walls painted the most amazing color of blue. It had a wonderful garden with around twenty different colored flowers (which I take pride in not being able to identify a single one of) and the bushes around the house were beautifully trimmed- to perfectly complement the house itself. 

What was marvelous though was that the bushes were perfectly shaped. None of them appeared damaged by- say a teenage kid who fell two stories onto them. To be honest, I would have been surprised if it was anything but obliterated.

After a few moments, I recovered from the immense beauty of the place and went back to completing the job I came here for.

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As I climbed in through the window into the room, a bright pink post-it stuck to the desk caught my eye. I looked at it. It said- "I knew that you would come back. Leave a note. Post-its are on the left side of the desk. -Isa" 

I was confused. Was this for me? It would be weird if I were to find out later on that it wasn't.

I looked around it- just to see if there was anything that could help me identify it. Another blue post-it caught my eye. It said "Yes Marcus. That was for you. Now stop reading and start writing."

As I posted the note and took one final look around the room before leaving, I had just one question... How?

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So how is it? And how do you guys think Isa did that?