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Part xxxiii- In the Hands of Fate

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Amelia tried to take me out of the hotel; but it was clear that after twenty minutes of walking around the area, it was no use. In a way, I felt worse. How did the Arc de Triomphe get this close? How the hell can I see the top of the bloody Eiffel Tower over here? WHY IS THERE A PATISERRIE WITH BOXES OF MACARONS OVER THERE?

After my yelling and pointing at a tourist shop for no real reason, Amelia sent me packing back to the hotel and she tells me sternly to not do anything ‘stupid.’ I really don’t know what she is on about. It’s not like I’m going to climb down several balconies with sheets and swing from them as though I’m Tarzan. So instead, I lie on my back, hugging my pillow tightly and shouting things.

“Damn you! Why does this have to happen now? I HATE YOU!”

 I leap of the bed in fury and start pacing around the room, muttering under my breath. I see the camera lying on the table and I bound over to it, scooping it up before collapsing back onto the bed. As thought my fingers are on auto pilot, I immediately flick the button for the gallery; maybe it will curb my anger a bit.

Let’s say it worked too well.

When Amelia comes back with hundreds of bags, I’m crying as I flick through them, sometimes stopping to laugh or else stare dead eyed at the photo. Unfortunately, Amelia catches me crying; I had stopped at the picture of us in front of the Arc de Triomphe and my sobs are loud and ugly. Amelia sighs wearily as she deposits the bags onto the floor and she joins me on the bed. Taking the camera gently away from my hands, she puts an arm around me.

“Come on Delilah. We, well really you, need to stop this. It’s not helping us get anywhere, we haven’t discussed about this and already you are a raving lunatic. No offense. Delilah, he could have left for a reason. You know that! You always knew that better than anyone! You are like the master of seeing more in people. This time, I need you to do that. You need to find somewhere in you to stop this and to focus.”

Amelia clicks her fingers in front of my face as I sniffle. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and I nod with a pout.

“Good girl.”

Now I feel like a little kid all over again. Heavens help me. Actually, you haven’t been doing that much of a good job fate, in fact, I want nothing else but to throttle you. I laugh hysterically and Amelia groans.

“Come on Delilah. The only way we will deal with this is if we both get are flipping acts together! For now,” Amelia picks up one of the bags and she pulls out bars and bars of chocolate, “it is time for a good girly chat we always have when we are down in the dumps.”

I sniff. “Did you get iced coffee?”

Amelia pulls out another item from the bag and shakes it slightly. “I got the works. Now come on, let’s get all this food onto the bed and talk.”

**

Amelia and I are wrapped up in the duvet on my bed, chocolate bars in hand. The curtains are drawn firmly shut and the lamps are switched on in the room. Outside, there is a ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ sign hanging from the handle.

“I get why he’s angry,” I say remorsefully. “But I didn’t think he would leave just like that. Not without saying goodbye and after he said that on the bridge.”

Amelia takes a bite out of her chocolate and waves the bar at me. “Maybe it was an emergency. You never know what could’ve happened!”

“Or he could have been scared off. I mean, that story is pretty heavy hitting after we revealed Emily. He could be gone to think about it.”