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Stellas perspective

Photography Quote: "A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away."

― Eudora Welty

***A year past ***

Graduation, Scar, Cole, Jay and I made it. We actually became successful, I've changed and I grew a little more relaxed on my next, big, last decision. Our calls didn't work, my texts never really got through to him so I'm doing this and if he doesn't want it fuck it I'll move on for good but I need this last thing so he can understand how much impact he has in my life. "I'm going to Arizona for a while" I say as the four eat and drink, they look at me, listening for more info. "That's all for now" I say they just stare and I cringe at how awkward I feel.

"It's not on my wedding day is it?" Scar questions I shake my head with a laugh, she flashes her sparkly jewelry on her ring finger.

"No it's before actually soon like I'm leaving tomorrow " I explain and everyone goes quite.

"I also will be leaving tomorrow, I have a job opportunity in England, it's not national geographics but it's a step closer to it" Jay says with a smile.

" Come on say it guys" I said, rolling my eyes. They all looked at each other as they shook their heads at me.

"We trust your opinion, and we understand why your doing this" Scar said with a smile holding my hand in hers.

"Thanks guys" I smile back.

*****

I walk in the building full of people scattered around, to think he used to make fun of me being a bartender and now look at him, his doing it for the exact reason why I did it, to get rid of the pressure, and find inspiration for other photos.

The trip was alright, I barely remember the whole thing because all I could think about is how am I going to react to him, how is he going to react to me? It's been over a year since we last spoke. I've been hurting that long anticipating what may or may not happen when I lock eyes with him. When I finally looked up from the ground, he was behind the counter frozen, his jaw tight as he stared at me holding a man's beer. The old man swaps his beer out of Zions and smirks laughing. "You look like you saw a ghost bud" the old man says, flustered, laughing, as drunk as he is he sobers up as soon as he sees me. " No way, is that her? The girl you've been-" Zion quickly glared at him, making the old man gasp and whimper. I want to smile but at the same time I feel like crying because even if it's been over a year and yes he has changed and God he has. But he still has the same qualities I feel for his small fuzzy beard, his eyes, the stoic face, his body. Everything but what gets me is his voice, that hasn't changed one bit. It's just as charming and draws me in like always. I get closer, standing Infront of him. Besides the old man I'm 25 now and grown up even more, to say I moved on from him is a statement that is false. I wonder if he moved on? If seeing me after over a year makes him want to run away again. He's frozen, not knowing what to do. I'm wearing his favorite black dress with black heel boots and my hair up in a ponytail. We don't speak to one another, we just stare. Until I broke it before the feeling of awkwardness overpowered my dedication. " Little Birdy told me you would be here" what I mean was his brother, how did I meet him? I went to Zion's Photojournalism industry and called for Shane Miles and he told me without hesitation. Zion straightens up and looks over the bar, only four other people are inside, including the old man.

"We're closing early" his voice is deep, growling and everyone stops everything and rushes out beside the old man beside me. Zion glares at him and the old man raises a hand up.

" I'm old, give me a second damn, young people this days I swear, so rude, always in a rush" the old man wobbles and sways from side to side out the door.