Another Broken Smile

48- "Your wish is my command"

Five thirty

I think it was the rising sun that snapped me out of my train of depression. There was a sliver of light in the dark night sky as the sun slowly spread painting the sky in the morning shades of dull orange, crimson and yellow.

"Sorry" I tell Alec wiping the unshed tears away from my eyes. He is sitting beside me with his cup of coffee in his hand and his other hand holding mine. He rubs small circles on the back of my hand in a soothing manner and when he stops I miss the warmth.

"Everything will be okay" he tells him with half a comforting smile.

"God! I am so dramatic" I tell him mocking my own self for the humor. He chuckles while he says, "you see what I bear with?"

"Shut up" I protest and lightly smack his forearm.

"Ow!" he yells in exaggeration at his pain, holding his arm as if I actually bruised him.

"Let's go" I tell him, getting up and dusting the imaginary dust from my jeans. He gets up and does the same.

"So, that's it. The end of the night?" he asks me as we make our way to his car stopping to dispose our empty cups of coffee.

"We still have one more thing to cross out" I tell him with an excited smile. He gives me a wider grin.

"But we have only half an hour" I tell him, slightly worried now.

"I don't mind a speeding ticket" Alec tells me with a grin of his own that wipes the slight doubt off my mind. And soon we are sprinting across from the back of the café to his car like wild animals let on the loose, but we don't care. The wind blows my hair behind and as the adrenaline kicks in, for that one moment I believe I am impossible to be caught. Impossible to be caught by the demons in the dark. And maybe, just maybe, I have finally drowned my demons in the sea from which I have risen.

We speed the car from the outskirts of the city to near the place where the party was held last night. We stop by a gas station to buy balloons, paper and markers.

"What should I write in these messages?" I ask Alec who sits across me with the colorful sheets of paper and several markers spread between us. We didn't really get a speeding ticket, because the roads were so empty and now we are the only people sitting in the McDonald's restaurant at the gas station having a breakfast meal before six in the morning.

The next wish is to write messages in balloons and let them go, just because it looked extremely beautiful when I saw it on Tumblr, but I have no clue what to write in these messages.

"I think we should write song lyrics" he suggests.

"Nah, something else?"

"Quotes from your favorite book?"

"No, something more unique" I insist.

"Caricature" he suggests and I look at him in confusion.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask him.

"Remember our politics textbook before we all chose our subjects. The drawing of politicians were always drawn in a certain manner. Like you see some pictures had the nose too big, and their teeth shiny and wide and face too small. These are caricature styles of drawing, which basically means drawing disproportionate body figures for fun" he explains while sketching out a girl with hair too big and hands to small on a yellow paper.

"That's sounds like fun" I reply and draw a sketch of Adeline with glasses too big for her face.

"Don't you ever show that to her" Alec warns me and I laugh while adding details to my sketch.