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Authors: Alana Hart, Ruth Tyler Philips
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Photography used to be an art, an aesthetic. She had an eye to see something and transform through a lens. Her photos where truly unique.
Nathan walked back into the building, feeling the weight of the past in each step. He could not take his eyes off her. A group of children encircled her, they held hands and began to sing and dance around her. Hilda smiled and danced with them. Perhaps it was discovering that she was a mother that Nathan saw the maternal side of her that he had never noticed.
Hilda met his gaze. This was the third time since being in San Adrès that they exchanged glances. And yet again, the results where the same, she broke her gaze.
Jośe and woman of a similar age to him, exchanged greetings with Hilda and began chatting away. Nathan lost his cool, turned, and headed back outside.
He heard Hilda bid farewell. She was parting from the setting. Nathan hoped her team remained inside with Charles, so that they might speak without interruptions. He grabbed the cell from his pocket and tried to look casual. The pounding of his heart and the jittery caffeine-like sensation the coursed through him could only be described as adolescent. Nathan had proven his bravery numerous times in life, but now he was afraid of speaking with his ex-girlfriend?
Get a grip man!
But as time went on, the waiting soon grated on his nerves. Harmonious hymns of tuneful cadences and short devotional songs echoed against the soundboards of the surrounding buildings. Luring Nathan back inside, he realized that he had no idea how long Hilda was going to stay inside. It was possible that after seeing him, she wanted to avoid a confrontation and remained inside as a means of defense. And though, peering at his watch, he knew he'd been waiting outside for minutes, it felt as if he'd been waiting outside of six years.
Nathan made a beeline to Hilda, who stood facing away from him.
"Sorry to interrupt. I would like a word with Hilda." Nathan watched her turn to him. She excused herself from the woman who had been speaking with her. Nathan silently commended her on the composure she exercised as they walked to a quiet area in the room.
Hilda looked up at him, expressionless and with a vacant look in her eyes. She crossed her hands under her elbows.
"You're here on an assignment, Nathan?"
Starting the conversation with such a casual air threw Nathan off. Yet her remote tone disconcerted him. Nathan was never one for games or subtlety. He showed her the cell. "You're right. And here, you dropped it at the airport."
She took the cell, not removing her eyes from him, nor displaying any detectable emotion in her face. Nathan noted how she gulped. He observed that she didn't appear to breathe.
"Thank you." Hilda nodded. Slightly hesitant, she nevertheless pressed on. "Well, they've sent you to a place where the weather is great." She pressed her lips together.
Nathan recognized this habit that she displayed whenever she was nervous. Obviously, he made her nervous. This was an eye-opener that eroded his ability to stay cool.
"I know you're here with your partner, Hilda. Does that address the elephant in the room?" Nathan frowned.
"And what do you think is so apparent that begs a discussion, after all this time?" Two children ran by them, playing a game of catch. Hilda used this distraction to look away from him.
Nathan studied her profile as she faced away. He didn't recognize her. It was Hilda, she looked slightly older and more earnest than she had at 18. But this new woman had fortified her defenses well. She was not prepared to let anyone in, let alone him.
"How about starting with why you left me that night." Nathan didn't want to cause a scene, but he wanted the truth.
"You mean repeat what I already told you at the airport?" She crossed her arms over her stomach and looked at him with a steely glare.
Nathan saw that her coldness had melted. He preferred this to her cold exterior, but there was something else he understood by
Nathan walked back into the building, feeling the weight of the past in each step. He could not take his eyes off her. A group of children encircled her, they held hands and began to sing and dance around her. Hilda smiled and danced with them. Perhaps it was discovering that she was a mother that Nathan saw the maternal side of her that he had never noticed.
Hilda met his gaze. This was the third time since being in San Adrès that they exchanged glances. And yet again, the results where the same, she broke her gaze.
Jośe and woman of a similar age to him, exchanged greetings with Hilda and began chatting away. Nathan lost his cool, turned, and headed back outside.
He heard Hilda bid farewell. She was parting from the setting. Nathan hoped her team remained inside with Charles, so that they might speak without interruptions. He grabbed the cell from his pocket and tried to look casual. The pounding of his heart and the jittery caffeine-like sensation the coursed through him could only be described as adolescent. Nathan had proven his bravery numerous times in life, but now he was afraid of speaking with his ex-girlfriend?
Get a grip man!
But as time went on, the waiting soon grated on his nerves. Harmonious hymns of tuneful cadences and short devotional songs echoed against the soundboards of the surrounding buildings. Luring Nathan back inside, he realized that he had no idea how long Hilda was going to stay inside. It was possible that after seeing him, she wanted to avoid a confrontation and remained inside as a means of defense. And though, peering at his watch, he knew he'd been waiting outside for minutes, it felt as if he'd been waiting outside of six years.
Nathan made a beeline to Hilda, who stood facing away from him.
"Sorry to interrupt. I would like a word with Hilda." Nathan watched her turn to him. She excused herself from the woman who had been speaking with her. Nathan silently commended her on the composure she exercised as they walked to a quiet area in the room.
Hilda looked up at him, expressionless and with a vacant look in her eyes. She crossed her hands under her elbows.
"You're here on an assignment, Nathan?"
Starting the conversation with such a casual air threw Nathan off. Yet her remote tone disconcerted him. Nathan was never one for games or subtlety. He showed her the cell. "You're right. And here, you dropped it at the airport."
She took the cell, not removing her eyes from him, nor displaying any detectable emotion in her face. Nathan noted how she gulped. He observed that she didn't appear to breathe.
"Thank you." Hilda nodded. Slightly hesitant, she nevertheless pressed on. "Well, they've sent you to a place where the weather is great." She pressed her lips together.
Nathan recognized this habit that she displayed whenever she was nervous. Obviously, he made her nervous. This was an eye-opener that eroded his ability to stay cool.
"I know you're here with your partner, Hilda. Does that address the elephant in the room?" Nathan frowned.
"And what do you think is so apparent that begs a discussion, after all this time?" Two children ran by them, playing a game of catch. Hilda used this distraction to look away from him.
Nathan studied her profile as she faced away. He didn't recognize her. It was Hilda, she looked slightly older and more earnest than she had at 18. But this new woman had fortified her defenses well. She was not prepared to let anyone in, let alone him.
"How about starting with why you left me that night." Nathan didn't want to cause a scene, but he wanted the truth.
"You mean repeat what I already told you at the airport?" She crossed her arms over her stomach and looked at him with a steely glare.
Nathan saw that her coldness had melted. He preferred this to her cold exterior, but there was something else he understood by
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