•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Thirty-Four•

Running. Or what seemed to be running. That's what the band and the photographer attemty to do, getting back to the bus as fast as they could after Remington ended the phone to Andrew. Morgan was saddened seeing the colour drain from Remingtons cheeks. Only moments ago was he swinging around the streets like a child. Now he looked nothing more than a hollow soul; the street lights didn't do him justice but only darkened the contrast of his face as the shadows danced around his features. Morgan struggled to keep up with the slim rockstar and so Emerson kept pace with the photographer as he too struggled to carry his new art supplies without dropping them.

Eventually the four of the made it back. Remington looked back to Morgan, smiled a thin smile, clearly forced and rushed ahead to Andrew and the manager. Sebastian just seconds behind him. Emerson stopped with Morgan seeing that she was left at the back of the group knowing Remington was feeling guilty leaving her but feeling too anxious about Luis that he pressed on to Andrew. Morgan recognised this especially as she felt and eerie cloud fog over the staff and the boys, it wasn't entirely her place to be and she didnt want to be succomed to the rising tension so she made a decision to step back.
"Emerson?" She asked,

"Yeah?" The usual cheer in his voice was gone and you could hear the shakiness in his tone,

"give your shopping ill put it on your bed, Remingtons too,"

"You don't have to do that - " he was gonna kindly refuse but knew the situation all too well and allowed the photographer to carry his items inside. So she did. Coming back down the stairs slowly and cautiously Morgan listened for updates rather than asked for them. It was the time when she reminded herself that she was Luis's replacement and knew that her time on tour may very well end soon. How would you feel in this situation? Hollow? The hole of abandonment was filled for Morgan - filled with the concerts, the after celebrations, the editing session, even the laughter and the simple shopping trips. Morgans life hadn't really taken off until she was left at the service station that day but she forgot to recognise that the filling in the whole was temporary. It was time, she thought, to prepare to leave as she continued to descend the stairs outside to see if she could be of assistance to the staff or the boys. It was one of the only times that she left the bus without her camera.

Nothing was more agonising than waiting.  Morgan had helped by rescheduling the next few shows with some of the staff. She briefly spoke to Sebastian and Emerson and handed out some bottled water. But Remington was no where to be found. Instead of search Remingtins brothers explained that he wanted to be alone then Emerson suggested,

"I think he needs you,"

"Even if you both say nothing he needs you and you're the only one that probably knows where he is," Sebastian added. Mabye they were right Morgan thought, but it didn't stop the caterpillars hatch into fierce flying butterflies in the photographers stomach. She smiled,

"Okay," and walked off into the town in which their tour bus was parked.

Along the cobblestone floor she walked were it felt right. With no sense of direction nor any map Morgan simply took in the scene and the sounds and feeling which was the right way to go. Down an alley filled with ivy she went, passed a store with a broken flickering light, over a bridge with a small river running underneath and across a littered park to a run down cemetery. Even though poorly looked after, the headstones held some sort of worn beauty. A image that only some would find pleasing and calm. Morgan searched the architecture with her eyes and eventually found the blonde vampire sitting lonesome on the stone staircase that led up to a mighty rotting wooden door, as he had done once before at a different area for the dead.

Morgan didn't say a thing. Not a single word and not a single sound. She walked over to Remington and stood in front of him, as he looked up to meet her gaze she could see the pain that clouded his eyes, it hurt her to see him like this and then she sat beside him. Remington shuffled over to his photographer and laid his head on her shoulder, staring off into the distance...