Blue//LRH

19)The Ring

            I was stuck staring at the stijerneklart Sky as my thoughts flooded my head. All I really needed right now was to talk to Luke but to do that I had to figure out his side of the story. What was going on in his head. Liz said I wasn't looking for him in his eyes I was looking for what I needed. So if I saw an icy pale blue, what does that mean? And what colour was his eyes really? How was he actually feeling? I know I'm getting to my own head, but I can't talk to him until I understand myself why he's mad. I check my phone to see how much time I was absent from earth. It was 2:00am. That means it's been an entire day since this had happened and still no communication between me and Luke. It's also September 30th. The day we go back home. Our plane should leave at about 7:00pm.

I headed back to the hotel so I can get most of my stuff packed so later tonight I can just enjoy the rest of the time here without having to rush back.

I finish packing about 40 minutes later. The hotel was quite because if was only me and Liz, in silence, packing our bags. Luke wasn't there.

"Do you want to go to the gift shops to get some souvenirs?" Liz finally broke the silence.

"Yes I'm up for that." I say kind of awkwardly. I still don't know how to talk to her after the whole 'well you weren't looking for my son then' conversation.

We walked to the shops when we found one that matched our aesthetic. We enter the door to see Luke right at the front desk paying for something.

"Yeah, it's j-e-s-s-a."

My heart took one of those stops where you feel like your heart can never pick up the pace again, yet, it feels heavy. I feel a lump in my throat when I realized that that was my name he spelt. But it wasn't my full name Jessica or what everyone calls me Jess, it was Jessa. What my step mom, Alisha, called me. No one called me Jessa ever but her. The last time I heard someone say that was her and now Luke just said it. I don't know why but I wasn't hurt by the memories flashing back to my mind, I was honoured. If one person had to come into my life and call me what my mom did, I'm glad that person is Luke. He turns around with the bag in his hand to see me and his mom in the doorway. I give him a smile when he returns it by a 'sup' face.
I repeat. A SUP face. The head nod and eyebrow lift thing. I'm not Calum! I'm Jess, the love of his life! Like, are you ok? Are you asking for your blue eyes to become black?

Before I can even open my mouth he approaches me and puts his hand on my lips.

"Save it. I don't wanna hear the 'I don't know why you're mad at me' bull crap. I'm not mad, we'll talk when we get back to Sydney."

I obeyed him and just walked off into the store with my head held high. I can't let this bug me. Maybe I only knew so much about Luke. Maybe there was a lot more about him.

One of the halls I walked in the store had this ring display. I liked the look of some but I didn't want to pay for a ring as my souvenir from Paris.

"Let's take a look honey." Liz says, being more fascinated in the rings than I was. They are beautiful, just not enough to make me remember the trip.

"And this one here is a mood ring" the guy displaying the rings tells the line up of people.

I look at the colour of the ring. Right now it's purple.

"What does that mean?" I ask the man.

"Purple? It means empty. It isn't on anyone's finger right now, so that's why." The man answers.

"Can I put it on?"

"Yes you may"

As he slides it on my finger I can see it changing colour. It's a icy pale blue. My eyes grow wide when the see the familiarity in the colour. "What does this mean?"

"It's odd really. It's closure. Not a typical emotion" he chuckles.

I turn back and look at Liz. She looks at me and smiles.

"LUKE WAIT" I scream running out of the store ripping the ring off my finger and tossing it to the ground.