Nirvana

Nirvana
Escape the world. Forget it all and begin your journey to a fresh new start.
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That's the tagline of the rehab center they have come to stay at.
Phoenix has had a rough past, and has come here to start over.
Milo doesn't remember a thing from his, and can't wait to get out of the place and figure out his life. .
What happens when they meet? That's a story to tell.

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Milo:
He had NOT thought this through
It had been 4 days sine he picked Phoenix. And he hadn't spoken to her once.
He wondered if he could just write a letter without having to talk to her.
What was he supposed to write, though? I liked your poem, but your smile throws me off?
No.


Phoenix:
The weird kid had NOT thought this through.
They had never spoken to each other before, and by the looks of it, they weren't going to be anytime soon, either.
What the hell was she supposed to write? I liked your poem, we've never really spoke, but I'm sure you're a nice person despite how grumpy you seem?
No.


Milo:
7½ down.
82½ to go.
Milo saw Phoenix sitting on a bench, Wednesday evening.
He debated going up and talking to her.
But before he could make any further decisions, she looked up. Their eyes met. She smiled her weird toothy smile.
So he did the most sensible thing he could think of, at the moment. He walked off.
Damn. How hard could it be to talk to her.


Phoenix:
She was reading a book in the garden.
She felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked up.
It was the weird ki- Milo.
She mustered up her best smile. And him.
He walked/ran off.
Damn. How hard could it be to just talk to her?


Milo:
Phoenix,
I liked your poem.
But your smile kinda throws me off.
-Milo


Phoenix:
Milo,
I liked your poem.
We've never really spoke but I'm sure you're a nice person despite how grumpy you usually seem.
-Phoenix


Milo:
He crumpled the paper and threw it at the wall.
No.


Phoenix:
She tore up the paper and threw it in trash.
No.


Milo:
It was Friday again. He hadn't written a word to Phoenix.
At least nothing reasonable.


Phoenix:
It was Friday again, and she hadn't written a single proper sentence to Milo.
Damn, weren't they supposed to RELIEVE anxiety here?


Milo:
He didn't know whether to be offended or relieved.
Friday had come and gone. Him and Phoenix had not as much as looked at each other. Of course if you didn't count the awkward garden encounter.
Looked like they were on the same page.


Phoenix:
Phew.


Milo:
Saturday.
Alright, they had to talk sometime.
Apparently, she had a book reading session every evening in the garden.
She looked rea- crap, she saw him again, crap, crap...
Before he could run away again(which he was about to), "Have you read this book?"
She was holding up a book with
Dreamcatcher by Stephen King
written across it.
His eyebrows furrowed, "I- I mi-might've."
She raised an eyebrow. He continued, "You know. Be-because I don't remem-"
"Oh. Oh, yea. Sorry!"
She blushed. He shrugged. And walked off.
That night, during dinner, she shoved a CD and two books in his hands, and ran off before he could ask anything else.
Phoenix:
Fancy not remembering listening to Pumped Up Kicks or Bohemian Rhapsody. Or reading Hamlet.
So, as soon as Milo walked/ran off, she went to her room and made him a CD of all the classic songs. And four of her favourite movies;
The Dead Poets Society
Titanic
Inception
The Shawshank Redemption

And picked out two books;
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Pride And Prejudice by Jane Austen
Next step was giving it to him. She picked up the things, and went out to look for him.
He was having dinner with his group mates. So she did the first thing that came to her mind.
She tapped his back, he looked up, she shoved the things in his hands, and ran away before he could ask anything.
He was a big boy. He could figure it out.
She wondered if he'd like the stuff, though.


Milo:
He loved the songs.
Sometimes, when he was listening to one of them, he'd get a terrible feeling of déjà vu . And he'd go back to play the part over, but it'd be gone.
He had started the book, too. To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
It was amazing, so far.
He felt the empty spaces in his mind filling. He was thankful to Phoenix for doing what she did.
And that's what he told her when she asked him if he'd read/heard/seen any of the stuff.
"Did you listen to Tomorrow Never Knows?" she asked, a gleam in her eyes that he had never seen before.
"Yes."
"Welcome To The Black Parade?"
He started to hum, "When I was a young boy..."
"Yes!"
Then they went on to talk more about songs, and the book he'd read so far.
"You should definitely watch The Dead Poets Society," said Phoenix.
"Is it good."
Phoenix gave me an are-you-kidding look, saying, "It's AWESOME!"
They spoke more until dinner time.
Then Milo remembered something, "Hey listen, about the lette-"
"I didn't write it either."
And then, there was a silence of mutual agreement and understanding.


Phoenix:
He read To Kill A Mockingbird.
And 7 other books she'd given him.
Everyday he'd come up to her. Mostly, he'd have read the book and she'd give him another one. And then they'd talk about what he'd read.
"I love Emily Blunt, but her as Rachel?"
Phoenix had made Milo, both read and watch The Girl On The Train, and now they were talking about it.
"She is a great actress, and very pretty."
"Exactly! She's pretty. Pretty and petite. Neat and clean," Phoenix looked at Milo meaningfully.
"Ah, yea. It does take that away from Rachel's character."
"See!"
And so on.
Maybe, the weird kid had a chance, after all.

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