Static /// Colby Brock

Broken can't be perfect

Colby's POV

- I strongly disagree! - Sabrina argued as we were walking along the streets of Manhattan, the sun as bright as ever.

- You can't argue with the fact that it's the capital. And it has such a title for a reason. - I pointed out, unscrewing the cap of my water bottle and taking a sip.

I was trying to convince her to make a drive to Albany the following day. She was very headstrong about not going and I don't know why.

- Manhattan is way better. And plus it's a three hour drive. - she rolled her eyes, scanning both the sidewalk opposite us for a good place to get breakfast. 

- I agreed to a five hour flight to get here, I think a three hour drive is nothing compared to that. 

She sighed. I could tell she was halfway to defeat. Just one last hit.

- We're renting a car today anyway, why don't we put it to good use. - I whined a tiny bit.

Sabrina and I were staying at her friend, Vanessa's place. She a two story house with four bedrooms all to herself and Sabrina's dog Vona, which meant both her and we felt comfortable being in the same house. Vanessa was happy to have Sabrina by her side, I could tell. By accident, one night, I overheard her crying to Sabrina, telling her the relationship she was in was way too complicated for her, but she still loved her boyfriend too much to leave him. And that really reached deep down in my soul, reminding me of mine and Sabrina's history filled with the most complicated of times. The times we wanted to let go and the times when we suffered in order to hold on. I'm glad those times are over. There's no fear of letting go nor pain of holding on. We're just going along with the waves, not overthinking about where they're leading us. We have always been overly obsessed with what the future may hold and with the ghosts from the past to enjoy and fight to save the present. Once we did, the stormy skies became a shade of heavenly blue while the wild waters that threatened to drown us at any moment became clear and calm. The ideal sailing weather, as her and I would usually joke. 

I don't remember exactly how, but I found myself on the Brooklyn Bridge, taking pictures of Sabrina with a Polaroid camera. It was probably the most couple's thing to do and I wouldn't have anything else. Cliche? - maybe. Unoriginal? - definitely. Fun? - 100%

- Some of these are really good for blackmail, you know? - I chuckled looking at some of the pictures I had taken when she wasn't posing or looking. 

- Don't you dare, Brock - she warned me - Hand over the polaroids.

I discreetly slipped two of the photos of her off guard into my back pocket before handing her the rest.

- Hey, they're pretty good. Yeah, they won't serve you too good as blackmail, buddy - she giggled, looking through the pictures - You can keep them if you want.

She handed them to me and I took them eagerly, putting them in my other back pocket. 

- Thanks for this session, but then again, sorry, it must be really boring. - she gave me a smile with narrowed eyes, forming the cutest face I've ever seen.

- I promised I'd return the favor. - I wrapped my arm around her as we kept walking along the bridge - Those merch pics were epic.

- Told you I'm the best photographer you'll find - she kissed my cheek, taking the camera from me and pointing it at us - However, I suck at selfies.

She pressed the button and the camera clicked before releasing the picture seconds later. I took it and analyzed it. You know how they say one picture's worth a thousand words, well this one was worth more than words. It was worth thousands of emotions, a bus load of history and a lifetime of God knows what else - what was ahead of us. All I knew, apart from that, is that we looked great. Not great as in attractive, great as in happy. We had never looked so in love before. I guess one step of looking in love is admitting that you are indeed in love. We had been avoiding that one step because of our pride and pettiness for the longest time. God, we're idiots.