Escape the world. Forget it all and begin your journey to a fresh new start.
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.


6. (5)

She loved Sundays.
They didn't have any therapy sessions on Sundays. Which meant that she could spend the whole day with Milo.
So, soon as the last bite of breakfast was down her throat. she got up and ran towards the garden.
She'd just wait there till he came.
She'd wait a hundred lifetimes if that meant getting to spend a split moment with him afterwards.
But when she reached their spot, he was already there, waiting for her.
"Hi, yourself," she smiled shyly holding out the book she'd brought for him.
He reached out his right hand, but instead of taking the book, he reached over to her other hand which was limp by her side, and taking it, he pulled her down in the free spot besides him.
"Hey," he said again, in a low voice, leaning his head against her ear, as his thumb rubbed circles in her open palm.
Did he say something? He said 'hi'? Hadn't he said that before? Had she replied to him, then?
She was too dazed to think.
So she just said, "hmmm..." letting her head fall and rest on his shoulder, and he leaned his over hers.
Did she mentioned that she loved Sundays?

"Easter bunny."
"Easter bunny is not an animal," shrieked Phoenix, sitting up to look at Milo.
He pulled her back against his shoulder, saying in a low voice for only her to hear, "Fine, eel."
"You've said that before."
It didn't really matter what they were talking about.
He just wanted to spend hours holding her hand, his face leaned over the top of her head.

And she just wanted to rest her head on his shoulder, feeling his thumb make patterns on the back of her hand.

He'd always wanted to ask her this
But he wondered if he really should. Things were going so well. And he was so scared of ruining it.
"Phoenix," he said in a low voice, slowly, cautiously.
"Hmm..." her eyes were closed, her head still against him.
"Can I ask you something?" he was already second guessing himself.
"Sure," she said, her voice calm.
"Why are you here?"
"Here, with you? Or here here, as in this place?"
He smiled as he felt the tension diffuse, "Both."
"I'm here in this place because everything was too damn much for me. I can try to explain, but..." her voice trailed off as he squeezed her hand, "'s just one of those things. I thought coming here would, I don't know, relieve me. I'd get a new start over the summer before starting college. That I might finally feel at peace," she nudged him, "I'll spare you the sob story for another time."
Then she smiled playfully, "And I'm here with you, because, that's the part which makes me feel at peace."
They stayed quiet for some time, then,
"Nothing, just wanted to say that."
He chuckled,
"Nothing, just wanted to say that."
She laughed.

She was laying on her bed, in the dark. Hannah and Ally were asleep. Phoenix was just smiling stupidly at the ceiling.
Why? She didn't know why. That's just what he did to her.
She thought back to almost a month ago, when they'd just begun to talk.
Then, suddenly, she remembered something,  And she got out a piece of pen and paper, and went towards the window as she began to write under the fade moonlight,

39 down.
51 to go.
He walked up to their usual spot. Phoenix smiled at him.
He tightened his grip on the piece of parchment in his hand.
She held out a hand.
There was something in it. A page.
She remembered.
He held out his own hand. They looked at eachother knowingly before exchanging their letters.
He sat down as both of them simultaneously opened the folded piece of paper, and began to read.

I really love your poems.
Not as much as you, though.

I know.

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