•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Twenty Two•

As Morgan sat comfy on the seat surrounding the round table downstairs, she whistled a familiar tune from Palaye's previous album. Sipping tea in the afternoon and tapping away at keys editing photos. The world seemed to drift by in seconds. Morning to evening. Day to night. In an instant. When she was finally done Morgan stretched outwards, upwards, twisted one way, then the other and yawned. Bedtime. When she looked back at he laptop she screamed as she suddenly noticed the keys typing by themselves spelling out the words that were written upon Luis's notebook. When that sentence disappeared another came up. These words were red as if written in blood....a warning...a dare...then the hooded figure Morgan had seen a previous night looked over her shouldn't and laughed a sinister laugh.

Her eyes snapped open from the nightmare and her bodies moved on it's own departing the bunk that let her sleep through such terrible dreams. Not dreams....nightmares. Jumping down gripping tightly to the edge of the bed her toes finally connected with texture of the carpet and the sat crossed legged, back to the wall below her bed and put her head in her knees, clutching them tightly so much so her nails made marks.

In. Out. In. Out. Mirgan didnt want to have nightmares again. It was scary but she will be fine, after all its only a hallucination within her nightmare of a dream. Isnt it? She thought. In. Out. In. Out.

Her breathing technique was interrupted with a human trodding along the isle towards Morgan. It was Daniel. His eyes were baggy and puffy, his eye whites were bloodshot and his gaze kept drifting away. His lips parted and drooping. He looked shattered. Thank god there wasn't a show today! "Mornin Morgan..." he groaned.
"Good Morning Daniel, how did you sleep?" She asked politely. "Well..." he paused "...ish" I'm surprised you're as right as rain. Hardcore Morgan, Hard...core..." he smirked. She awkwardly smiled back. "Here you left it on the steps outside...nice shots. Take a few more of me st some point if ya want."
"I will. Go get some sleep,"
"Already ahead of ya." But Daniel headed the wrong direction and crept into the empty cupboard, thinking it was his bunk. He was hammed or hung over.  Morgan couldn't tell if he just woke up or is just going to sleep.

The lost procession was her camera of course. Slightly scraped on the side but otherwise for being left outside it was in good condition. She slightly panicked about why or he it got and was outside but was thankful her instrument that documented life was safe in her hands. She began to flick through her camera roll on the camera, DCIM folder. Last nights concerts shots were epic! Morgan was definitely sure they'd post a few of these their Instagram. It mad eher smile from ear to ear like a hyena....her smile quickly faded and her lips began to part in the form of a capital 'O' when she reached a photo that she thought could and would never have occurred let alone captured. People say pictures always say a thousand words. This one said a billion. Words formed sentences. Sentences formed statements. Statements formed questions. Tons of them. Morgan could drown in the amount of questions, anxieties and worries. If the words were water six thousand six hundred and sixty six  Olympic swimming pools could be filled.

Was it forced? Was it concential? Was it a prank? Was it photoshoped? Was it fake? Was it real? Was it her? Was it him?....

Yes....

Yes.

The photograph was in fact the photographer and the rockstar singer, kissing....