Flames

Chapter 17 A Broken Heart

"Ya ready Reika." Sabrina danced over, holding a plastic cup filled with water.
"For what?"
Taking the yellow round cup, she realized that it really had been fake, no soreness or dehydration plagued her.

"I thought they briefed you?"
Sabrina raised an eyebrow, palm face down on the glass table.
"mmhmm." She answered as she was gulping.
The girl flashed a white smile.
"You met the Source?"
Something about how the words rolled off her tongue made Reika stop drinking.
"Source? You mean the Field?"

Her easy gaze became immediately observant, like the girl was rummaging through her head.
"I want to say you know who I'm talking about, but I guess you'll tell in your own time."
Sabrina waltzed off, signalling for her to follow.

Reika didn't want to, not because of a lack of physical strength, but because mentally, and emotionally she was in a rut where it took a higher power to raise her up.  

Sabrina sent her out through the Seed. The sun was down, giving her an idea of how long she had been with Flames.
Shocking her the girl brought her into a bear hug.
"I can't wait till you can come back."
Sabrina treated her like a friend, and definitely not like someone she'd literally just met. The barriers the Wires had set up within her mind through the surgery were slowly crumbling.

"Yeah, it was nice, your realities pretty good."
She wanted to smack herself, who had ever sounded so dingy in all the shuck worlds.

If the girl was holding back a chuckle, she didn't show it. 

"See ya girlie!"

Reika responded by lifting the corners of her lips in the semblance of a smile. She dropped through the two feet space in the cement.
There was so much she hadn't been able to accept, she needed time for that.

The doors to the airport were locked, as well as the car doors. Meandering around the huge lot, she debated if she should just try to break out, but Eleazar had said he would come back. What if he didn't or couldn't though?

Scaling back up to the roof she lay beneath the sea of sparkling stars.
It gave her a feeling of security, fear, and vulnerability.
Reika wasn't one for words, wasn't one to tell anyone anything, but through all the chaos she realized she had chosen to lean on God.
"Confused, conflicted, tired."
She chewed her lip, forming more words.

"Every time You show up I can feel again, and I want it to last but..."
A tear trickled up towards her hairline.
This was the second time she had cried in maybe six years.
The wind tussled her hair, and a comet lit across the sky.

She kept at bay all the memories of her past, and pushed away Conall's death that morning.

The full moon was vibrant silk, the milky way a river of stars.
 Despite the serenity, her wheels refused to shut down.

She instead made a trail of the realities and unexpected encounters.
Sticking her hands in the hoodies pockets, she finally began to drift off.

In that state, what's embedded in your being arises and hers was.
In everything, in every circumstance, had she given too little?