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"You know, Isabella, I've been considering returning home."
"Really? What changed your mind?"
"As much as I would like to say it was, it wasn't your inspiring speech."
"Well...what was it then?"
"It's actually a really dumb reason."
"It can't be that bad. I...I mean it's gotta be a pretty big thing if it's making you question why you ran away."
"I...it's something I left behind."
"Besides your family?"
"I...it's really dumb and I...damn. I just can't believe I forgot to bring it with me. I mean, what the hell was I thinking? I've taken it everywhere with me for the past six years and then I just forget to bring it when I make one of the worst decisions I've ever made? I...I...Goddamn - I'm so not with it. What...what in the hell was I thinking? I...that's my prized possession and I...I just left it behind. What kind of person does that make me? I...if I can leave behind my prized possession then what's stopping me from leaving everything? Why...why the hell did I leave?"
"Elliot..."
"I shouldn't have left them. Oh God, I shouldn't have left them. I'm so damn selfish, leaving them to deal with **** on their own. I...I, Noah will need to sort out what he's gonna do and...and mum- oh god mum. How did I...I've got to go back. I've got to go back."
"Elliot."
"I...I've got to go back."
"E...Elliot, you...you've got to calm down. I...just don't make any decisions without thinking."
"You're saying that I shouldn't go back?"
"N...no. You should go back. When...when you're ready, that is. I...you ran away for a reason, Elliot and...and maybe you need some space to...to think about it all, I don't know. Maybe...maybe you need some time away to evaluate what is going on so that...that when you go back you have a smarter head and...and maybe then you'll be a little bit more capable of being able to solve the problem."
"But the longer I wait to go back the longer I have to wait to get it back."
"Get what back, Elliot?"
"I thought you said you refrained from curiosity?"
"...I guess you really bring out the worst in me."
"..."
"..."
"I...it's my Camcorder."
"A...a video camera?"
"Yeah...I know it seems dumb but that thing means the world to me. I...my dad gave it to me for my eleventh birthday and it...it just has a lot on it. I...it goes everywhere with me, just to make sure that I don't miss anything because I...I want to film all of the important things so that they'll never disappear. I...if something's on film then I can always watch it back and...and think about how important things become increasingly less important. Or...at least, less important than I thought they were at the time. And...filming...it gives me a purpose. Like my entire life is a film and each scene is so so important and I can't help but dream that maybe someone will find that camera and think, 'hey, that's Elliot Davis, the guy who actually did something with his life'."
"I...I get where you're coming from."
"Really? I always thought it was kind of dumb."
"No...I mean, I used to do something similar."
"You filmed?"
"No...I photographed. For kind of the same reasons that you filmed. You know, to keep the memories. But I...it was also as a sort of challenge for myself, to see if...to see if it was possible to capture the beauty of the world in a lens or if...or if the human eye sees a more stunning image than a camera ever could."
"You...you say 'photographed', as in the past tense. Do you not photograph anymore?"
"No...I...I can't."
"Why not?"
"I...I spent two years saving up for a decent camera and when I got it I...I was so happy that I took it everywhere but I...I had it on the day of the incident and I...I accidentally dropped it. It...it...the camera was damaged beyond repare and I haven't been able to afford to buy a new one and I...there's a mental block, somewhere, preventing me from taking pictures on anything else."
"Do you think, if you had another camera, that you could take photos again?"
"I...I don't know."
"..."
"I haven't taken any pictures since he...since it happened and I...I'm not sure if I can. I just don't...I don't see the world in the same way anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"I...the reason I started saving up for that camera is because I saw that the world was beautiful and I...I wanted to try and keep that beauty like...like as a sort of keepsake but now...now...the world isn't beautiful anymore and it...it isn't the world that has changed...I have."
"If it's any consolation, I never saw the world as beautiful in the first place."
"You didn't?"
"Well...the world is beautiful, don't get me wrong. It's just the people in it that are ugly."
"We've ruined our planet, haven't we?"
"I think I speak for the entire population of humans when I say that yes, yes we have."
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