Raelyn's world is black and white. Shades of gray and dark shadows lurking in her dreams. She only ever sees the color blue. Blue in the eyes of her sick little brother. Blue in her own eyes staring back at her from the mirror. Blue in the sadness o...
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The sun is just setting over London, lights up the sky with fiery colors of pinks, oranges and reds. Winter is just around the corner so the sun sets earlier and the allure if it is too much not to be captured by a camera. The November chill biting at Rae's cheeks as she sits atop her car, finding the right setting to snap the shot. Twisting her lens to zoom to her content, testing the shots before taking the serious ones. Some with the tips of the trees lining the bottom of the photo; others with nothing but the colors of the sky filling up the frame.
She's taking the photos upon request. Ronan, after his little scare was cleared by his doctor, had gotten the chance to walk around outside the day prior, right as the sun was setting. They walked around the little track on the small balcony right outside the window Rae has self proclaim as her own panic corner. He squeezed his sisters hand as hard as he could with his little fingers, pulling his other hand from his nurse, and pointing towards the sky.
"Ra-Ra, look! The sky is on fire!" Ronan proclaimed, blue eyes wide with wonder. "Picture, picture!"
Raelyn smiles to herself, as she lowers her camera to her lap, scrolling through her recent photos to the one Maria took of her and Ronan. His smile is bright, matching her own with the sunset glowing around them, holding him tight in her arms. She plans to make copies of it and frame it next to Ronan's bed, along with the ones she's taking now. She's so focused on the memory of the day before, she doesn't register the footsteps behind her. Not until her car suddenly dips a little and there's a metal popping noise along with the heavy smack of something. When she looks to her right, Kari is sitting on the hood of her car, with a rather petulant expression.
"Careful with Charlie!" Rae scowls down at her friend. "He's old and fragile."
Kari breaks her put on pout and gently pats Charlie as an apology, then glares back up at Rae. "Sorry Charlie bug. I'm mad at you." She directs towards her friend.
Rae doesn't even blink. She knows Kari's true angry face, and this is the equivalent of an angry toddler. Kari holds up a stack of magazines, poking hard at the cover of the first one.
"What the bloody hell is this!? Why didn't you tell me you were on the cover of a magazine!?" She drops the first one, revealing the second. "And this one, and this and this! Look!" She shoves the last one closer to Rae's face, who leans back startled and wobbles a little. "This is a full front cover!"
Rae stares in belief at the magazines, eyes wide and mouth open. "That...that can't be. That can't be me." She breathes quietly, carefully picking up the first one Kari dropped on the windshield.
Low and behold, on the top left corner is a gritty picture of Louis holding open the door for her. Her face, thank God, is half hidden by Louis coming out of the hospital, but that's the same outfit she wore that day, and that's clearly her brown camera bag and is-
"That's your camera tattoo right there on your arm. It's you!" Kari exclaims, flipping open the full page cover one. "Ahem. 'Louis Tomlinson is spotted entering Vans Off the Wall once again with his mystery girl. Both were seen shopping until they were mobbed by some fans and cleverly escaped out the back. No word on mystery girl yet, but she sure doesn't look anything like Louis' girlfriend, student, Eleanor Calder.' They really had to mention her by name? 'Seems like Louis isn't just going in one direction anymore.' The fuck?"
