The air from the car vent blows past my face, which sends tendrils of hair floating beside my cold cheek. My body trembles as cold chills crawl their way down my spine. I quickly flick the vent away and slip further down my chair. I wrap my arms around myself as I try to gather warmth.

Blake's vibrant green eyes flicker across the car to check on me. He notices my position which leads to him turning the air condition down. He then grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly.

"You should have told me you were cold," he says.

"No, I'm fine." I smile.

Is it weird I enjoy the idea of snuggling under a blanket in summer, but want to feel the cool frosty touch of chilled air on my skin during winter? I wish there was more in-between time. This year's weather is shaping up to be a confusing puzzle.

"You feel cold, though." Blake points out.

I tightly squeeze Blake's hand in mine and grin. He shakes his hand before grabbing the stick to shift gears. The car rolls into a small silence which leaves me sighing as I gaze outside the window.

"Have you decided where we're going?" I question.

"This is supposed to be an adventure, remember?"

"Yes, but." I roll my eyes. "This seems pointless. We've taken three right runs which means we'll be back to the beginning of our journey soon."

"Have faith," he replies.

"Oh boy." I chuckle. "We're going to need more than faith . . ."

Blake's head swooshes to the side before he flicks on the indicator and moves into the left lane. We follow the road through a set of traffic lights, then travel a short distance before pulling up on a red gravel side trim.

"What are you doing?" I ask. "Throwing his ashes on the road side doesn't feel like a good plan."

"No." He shakes his head. "I'm buying flowers."

Blake points to an abundance of colourful flowers neatly displayed outside of a silver delivery van. He smoothly steps out of the car and begins trekking towards the pop-up shop. I scramble out of the car and jog to catch up with him.

"What flowers should we get?" he asks.

"I thought you'd be leaving that to destiny." I chuckle.

"If you insist." He winks.

Blake closes his eyes and randomly points to a bundle of flowers wrapped in light green and pink cellophane. He tells the serving woman about his selection, and then she grabs the bundle out of the pot.

He passes her money we return to the car. Before I walk around to my side, Blake passes a long green stemmed flower with slender pink petals. I press the flower against my nose and take a deep breath. I love the smell of flowers – there's this wonderful earthy smell that makes me happy.

I grab one of the weedy looking sprouts and passes it to Blake. He takes the leafy stem and frowns at me.

"Let me guess, there's meaning behind it?"

"When is there not?" I laugh.

"I guess I'll figure the meaning out soon?" he says.

"I'm sure you will." He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.

While Blake gets into the driver's seat, I put the flowers into the back seat. We drive back onto the road and continue our adventure to wherever the heck this road takes us . . . probably somewhere ridiculous. It wouldn't surprise me if we end up getting lost.

Blake follows the road until we approach a set of lights. He gazes at me and I squeeze his hand and softly smile. When the lights change, we begin driving up the hill. At least there's pretty views from this drive.

"I have a feeling we won't be driving around in circles."

"That's good to hear, Ava, because I'd rather be moving forward." He winks.

"Then it's a good thing we're driving straight towards it." Blake laughs at my joke which makes me smile.

We continue driving up the hill until Blake and I find a somewhat hidden turn-off. It's a pathway made of dirt red pebbles and leafy green bushes overgrowing the entrance. The car putters down the pathway, pushing the branches away. I watch in the mirror as they spring back. Besides a few minor scratches on the car, you'd never notice our pursuit down the road.

"Is this where destiny takes place?" I ask.

"Yes, or I really needed those scratches on my car."

"Don't worry, baby, the scratches give it character." I squeeze his hand and we keep driving until we get to a T-junction.

"Which pathway do we take?" asks Blake.

"Isn't it obvious?" I giggle.

"At least it will be fun." He madly grins. "You better hold onto something."

My hand grips onto the door handle while Blake places both hands on the steering wheel. He accelerates and pushes the car over the bumpy grooves in the dirt pathway. My hands grip on tighter as I go flying around the car.

"Woohoo," he yells.

Blake sharply turns a corner and I roughly slide into the door. I many to push myself away from the door and laugh. A smile filters onto my face as we continue to travel down the pathway. The excitement exuberating from Blake's body is enough to fulfill me with excitement.

We drive around until Blake and I find our way far enough up the hill that we can see the beautiful outline of the tall city buildings. The sun begins to hide as the darkness creeps over our surroundings.

I grab the flowers while Blake takes the urn of Ivan's ashes. We walk around the front of the car and stand by a small cliff that drops down to a beautiful river. The stones lining the river make the water splash in different directions which leaves me gasping in awe – this is the perfect place!

"So, this is the place?" I ask.

"Do you think?" he questions.

"I'm going to take this as us both agreeing." I laugh.

"I think we are." He nods.

"So what are we supposed to do?"

"Do you want to say something? You don't have to," Blake replies.

"Um." I bite my lip. I'd said everything I needed to at the funeral and then the many times after to Ivan's plant.

Blake tugs on a smile as he wracks his brain for something to say. After a moment of waiting, his green eyes brighten when he figures it out.

"With you, there will never be a goodbye because I believe you're always with me. By scattering your ashes here, I hope that this is the beginning of many more memories to come," he says.

"Beautifully put, Blake, I have nothing to follow with," I say.

"Then it's time to throw the ashes."

Blake opens the urn and sprinkles some out. The wind washes through and carries the ashes through the air and off into the distance. I quickly tip the rest out and then wrap my arm around his waist.

"I can't believe your crazy plan actually worked." I laugh.

"That's because you need to have more faith in me," he cheekily replies.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." I grin.

"Now we put the flowers down and do whatever we want," says Blake.

I unwrap the plastic and throw it into the back of the car while Blake places the flowers on the ground. When I move to stand by his side again, Blake leans in and kisses the top of my head.

"This moment makes me feel whole again," he comments.

I don't think I could ever feel whole again, but I agree with Blake, this moment feels like a faded scar opposed to a gaping wound I've been trying to stitch shut. I think the space and having my time to grieve was the remind I needed to clean the wound, but now that I'm here, I can finally move on.

Blake and I stand cuddled together as we watch the sun dip behind the dark, tall, figures of the building. We hold on tightly and watch in awe as the dim lighting eventually becomes the supporting backboard of the beautiful lights of the city.

"We should leave," I say. "It's getting late."

"Hm, and I'm hungry," adds Blake.

"What should we have for dinner?"

"Destiny." He laughs.

"Do you think I can get a side order of chips with that?" I tease.

He kisses my forehead and then we walk back to the car. I slide into the passenger seat and get comfortable. Blake tries to start the car up, but the car shakes and refuses to turn on.

"Shit?" I cuss.

"Shit, indeed."

Blake climbs out of the car and walks around the front to pop the hood. I open the car door and stick my head out to see what's happening.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"Not sure what it is," he replies.

"That sounds terrible." I sigh. "How are we going to get home?" The thought of walking back down the hill is sickening, and that's not even the hardest part . . . We're miles away from home.

"I'll call Dad and see if he can come and get us. He might be able to tow us home," he explains.

"Okay, call him then." I smile.

Blake pulls his phone out of his pocket and clicks on the home button. He frowns before turning to smile at me.

"How does a romantic stroll through the deadly bush sound?" he questions.

"Do you actually think there's something dangerous out there?"

Blake shrugs his shoulders and takes my hand.

"If there's anything out there . . . I'll throw you at it and run off." He chuckles.

"At least you're running off to get help?" I ask.

"Sure." He shrugs. "I might need to get dinner before, but possibly get help."

I push Blake's shoulders and run ahead. He chases after me and wraps his arm around my waist. He pulls me into the air and then throws me into the bush. I hit the ground with an uff. The soft branches enclose around me as I try to break free from the plant.

"You are so dead," I shout.

"Catch me first," he replies.

Tumbling out of the bushes, I spring up and begin chasing after Blake. As I steadily zoom down the rocky pathway, I stop to take a breather.

Blake stops near the bend to wait for me to catch up. By the time I make it there, I fall into his arms and let myself go. Blake tries to catch me, but I end up falling to the ground.

"You're supposed to catch me," I say.

"Ops?"

Blake offers me his hand but I flick it away.

"Leave me to die."

"You only ran one-hundred meters," he explains.

"Really? That felt like eight-freaking-meters too long."

You need to exercise more, baby." He laughs.

"When you say that . . . I die a little on the inside," I reply.

"But sport is so much fun!" He grins.

"I'm sure." I tug on a smile.

"There's reception here, I'll make the call. Will you be okay there?"

"Leave me be," I dramatically yell. "Go on and save yourself." I drape my arm over my face and watch as Blake walks away.

When Blake returns, he lays beside me. The ground isn't comfortable, and in fact, I have a cluster of pebbles uncomfortably poking my hip, but I'm too lazy to move. Instead, we gaze at the dark starry night.

"We're being saved," he says.

"So that means food is on the way?"

"No?" Blake frowns.

"If I waste away-"

"We have food before we set off." He interjects.

"But that was ages ago," I groan with dismay.

"I'm sorry."

Snuggling into Blake's side, I somewhat get comfortable. The warmth radiating from his body warms my cold fingers but nothing manages to reduce the uncomfortable rocks on the ground. I know I could move, but tranquillity of staring at the beautiful night sky leaves me paralysed.

"Thank you, Blake, this is the perfect place." I smile.

No path is completely smooth, they are rough, loopy, and somewhat hazardous. You stumble off track, enjoy the scenery, get lost, but somehow, these paths link back to the place you need to go to, just like a circle.

What do you think? Cute? Still love Blake? Any Axel fans out there?