Alaska repeating his words gave him hope that maybe these feelings of hers wouldn’t become so prominent in her life. Because if they did, the ppossibility ofher self-destructing again would become so much more likely and that was the last thing he wanted for her. She should be happy, with a smile permanently tattooed onto her face, but life didn’t always work that way. Things happened and things got worse, but there would always be hope that things could get better. Connor was a strong believer that his exciting life was over with his parents’ lives, though he was wrong. Coming back to Savannah just provided more experiences for the young, ignorant boy and molded him into someone who he could be proud of, unlike the womanizing boy he was before. Alaska was younger than him by a good four years and, while he usually forgot about this difference, there was still a lot of change for her to go through in life. And he hoped to be standing right there beside her. He let himself smile against her lips, a feeling of relief filling him as her nerves appeared to become calmer. “Try all you want, but you’re stuck with me,” he assured her, letting out a small chuckle once their forehead were pressed together again. He was sure he’d freeze to death if they weren’t so close. One of his hands came to rest on her waist, while the other stayed at the nape of her neck. “Please. I’m surprised my hands aren’t ice by now,” he joked and left another brief kiss of the corner of her lips before pulling away. The popping of their little bubble made Anne’s grave visible again, but rather than look at it, he looked at her for her reaction to seeing it one last time before they left that retched cemetery.
Just standing there in the cemetery, before Connor showed up, was like a bad dream. A bad dream that started the year before and was still going on. One of those nightmares where you always seem to lose, no matter how happy you seem to be with the hand that was dealt to you. No matter how fast you run, no matter how much you want to save yourself, your legs start to feel weak and you can not escape whatever’s chasing you. You don’t know what is chasing you, you don’t know where you are, but you still feel something surrounding you, like it’s going to eat you away. It doesn’t matter how strong you are, either physically or emotionally, it was inescapable. But then you are supposed to wake up, at least most people get to do that. Open your eyes and realize it was just a bad dream, and that nothing had changed. But that wasn’t Alaska's case. She didn't get to open her eyes and see her sister stealing one of her jackets. Instead she had to get used to it, turn the nightmare into the reality she feared. At least she had her parents, still, along with her best friends, the people that Trevor dubbed as anchors -- though, unlike the object that was named like that, they kept her afloat instead of making her sink down further and further away from the place that she wanted to be at. Connor being one of them. At the sound of his chuckle, Alaska's lips couldn't help but curl into a weak, yet genuine, smile. She found it reliving, hearing him say those words to her -- though, paranoia still lingered in her mind, the girl pushing it aside as fast as she could. Alaska's hand rested on Connor's, which was at the nape of her neck. "Your hands are ice though, they're really cold." She said, another small smile on her full lips -- a smile that stayed in her lips as she felt his again. Then, as he pulled away, the brunette took her time before looking at Anne's headstone for only a few seconds. Her eyes were then on his. "Lets go. I don't want you to get hypothermia", her voice laced with a lighter tone of playfulness as her other hand rested on his side.
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