thunder [h.s]

ch. 2

[sage's pov]

Honestly, what the hell just happened? I am acting like a baby. It's my fault I took my ring off. Most importantly why am I not feeling the pain in my hand anymore? I shouldn't be getting upset at Ivy, just her and her damn eggs. I rubbed my hand in the grass to get the blood off. I headed towards the pond to wash off the grass blades that had been attached to my skin. What am I doing out here? I should be trying to get my damn ring. I'm making this way too big of a deal.
I took pictures to help get my mind off of what the hell just happened. It was like stress photographing, if that's even a thing. I started to get a little chilly and I cursed under my breath when I realized I didn't have my jacket with me. I know I shouldn't have ran out, but honestly I'm overwhelmed that I couldn't get my ring. I'm not used to the feeling of loosing my ring because I always have it on me. I took a picture of the bench that was I front of my favorite tree because in that moment the lighting was absolutely perfect. The sky was a peaceful blue and the sun made the cloud look like it was glowing.

You could see the moon in the early daylight still. As I was waiting for my film to print from the Polaroid, I realized how half of the sky was a darker shade than the blue in my photo. The picture finally showed up. Watching the color slowly come onto the film is probably one of my favorite things about taking pictures on this camera. You don't see the entire photo right away, it's like you literally are watching the process of it slowly happen with your own eyes, and that thought alone is absolutely beautiful. It reminds me how you don't always see things fully at first, you have to develop the full idea.

The photo was in full view, and that's when I realized there was a person on the bench. I didn't realize anyone was sitting on it when I was snapping it, as I was just paying attention to the moon at the time.
I looked up to see the actual bench, but the person wasn't there anymore. They must've saw me taking a picture of them so they probably walked away, thinking I'm creepy or something.

I stared at the picture for a few more seconds, taking in the features of the back of the person in. My camera made it look a little more darker then real life, so it was hard to tell who it really was. However, I could see that their legs were crossed, and it kind of looked like they were looking down. Their hair looked kind of short and a dark shade, definitely not blonde. It looked like a dark brown. I could tell they were wearing a dark blue sweater. I'm honestly really proud of this, when strangers show up in photos it puts the background in perspective. You can't tell if they are the focus of the picture or if they're just part of the background. Neither is right or wrong, and that's what I love about it. You can choose the story behind the pictures you see or take. You can choose how to view it. I put my picture in my bag and went back inside to try and attempt to get my ring out of the sink now that I'm feeling a little better. I need the satisfaction of accomplishment right now.

[ivy's pov]

I was going over the many confused thoughts that were running through my mind as I tried to fish out the ring. I feel awfully bad about this but I have to admit that it was a little childish to run out like that. I reached my long fingers into the sink and I could feel my nails scraping on the bottom of the drain. I could feel the ring but I barely could get a hold of it. I pushed my hand as far as possible now that I got so close to it. I couldn't give up and I was actually determined to get it before she ever got back. I wondered what she was doing, but then again I know her well enough to know that in stress, she will have a mini photo taking session to ease her mind. I know how much this ring must mean to her, but what I don't realize is why she didn't even say anything about her bleeding hand. I was also confused as to why she didn't just talk to me. I know flipping eggs is wrong and I shouldn't even get near the stove, but I just couldn't help but want to finally please her. I hate that when I finally try to really do something nice I make a mistake, and now it seems like she's more pissed at me than she has been ever in our last five years of friendship.

"Ah! Yes, finally!" I gasped as I realized I had finally got a hold of the silver ring.

I put it in my pocket so I could keep it safe until she returned. I decided to clean up the room a little because I know how anxious Sage can get when I'm unorganized. Maybe it will help her forgive me if I tidy up a bit. When I got finished cleaning, I went over to my bed to just lay down. After about three minutes, I heard the door open.