There was an awkward silence for a few seconds as I tried to get my thoughts in order. I didn't overly do well with change and this… this was change.
"Do you not want to go?" Cerberus asked quietly. "We don't have to, you know that, right?"
"I want to go," I said knowing that that was the absolute truth. "I want to go, but I am scared."
"What are you scared of?" he asked kindly. It was like he was my best friend. Always there when you needed to talk but never offering judgment.
"I am scared that it is not going to be as I remembered, and what I would do if that happened," I admitted as I rested my elbow on the door between the metal part and the window.
"If it is not as your remembered, change it back. If you don't like it anymore, set it on fire. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that you can do wrong," said Cerberus his voice filling the cab with his conviction.
