Light Blue

Part xxv- Adding Fuel to a Fire

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Oscars POV

I watch with my heart in my mouth as she runs across the road in a break of traffic and the moment she’s beside me, I start walking off towards the metro station, breathing a small sigh of relief. It was all too scary and for a split second I really thought that I wouldn’t grab her in time.

 She runs beside me but I can’t look at her. Not now. I laugh wryly to myself; I thought I would never think that. I was such a fool drunk on love; of course she doesn’t love me back. I want to stop and kick something but I will my feet to keep walking forwards one step at a time. The whole metro ride back, we sit at opposite ends of row of seats. We don’t talk and I look determinedly away. To say I’ve ruined it is a massive understatement, but I can’t help that the walls have all finally tumbled down.

It gives me a glimpse into my past; a vulnerable boy sitting in his bedroom in front of a canvas. I wrap my arms around myself as I remember the days where I didn’t know what to do. But then I suddenly remember someone else vulnerable but it blinks away before I can grasp it.

As we walk back to the hotel, I shove my hands into my pockets, bowing my head against the rain. Delilah walks several steps behind me. My fingers brush the lock and key and they curl around the cold metal briefly. In my other pocket I can feel the camera. I should just give it back to her, but I want the photos. I sound like a toddler wanting candy I think scornfully to myself.

In the hotel lobby we stand outside the elevator, waiting for it to come down floor by floor. But I can’t imagine staying in a small space with her so I turn on my heel and start running up the stairs. She doesn’t attempt to come after me. I reach my room door and I shove my way into the room. Emily is already there all dressed up and wearing snake skin high heels. She looks up coldly.

“I thought you were heading back to the hotel and waiting for me. Why the hell are you soaking wet then? Why were you outside?”

“I’m not a pet, you don’t need to keep tabs on me,” I mutter as I walk into the bathroom and grab a towel, drying of my hair and wiping my face.

“Well I do Oscar! You’ve been acting very weird the past few days!” she screeches.

I look up at her. “Shut up Emily.”

She gasps. “What?”

A kick of adrenaline rushes through me and I nod furiously. “Just, shut up. I’m sick of listening to your twisted words. I’m sick of all the shopping and I hate that you think that I’m a dog or something. And how about you? You’ve been acting weird as well.”

I take out the camera from my pocket as well as the lock and key, placing them onto the bed without a second thought. I stare sadly at the lock and key.

“What’s that?” Emily snaps.

“A lock and key.”

But then she grabs for the camera and turns it over in her hands. “Total bull when you said that this is your camera Oscar. Yours is still in the luggage.”

“How do you know?”

“I checked,” she says indifferently.

“You have no right to! That’s my personal property!” I shout at her, not believing she had the audacity to do that.

She shrugs and smiles smugly. “If this isn’t yours, then whose is it?”

She then switches it on and raises one eyebrow, flicking several buttons onto the gallery.