"Sky, wait!"
I spin around and spot Kjell. The camera hangs in front of his abdomen. He quickly puts on his jacket while running.
"Leave me alone," I shout at him because I can't reveal to him what just happened either.
He catches up with me. "Hey," he pants, grabbing my forearm to stop me.
I pull away. "What part of 'leave me alone' didn't you understand, hmm?" It's wrong to snap at him like this, but thereare too many negative emotions inside me right now, and there's this pull on my willpower, ready to consume me entirely like a black hole.
I control my actions.
My venomous expression doesn't seem to impress him at all. I can't believe he's pulling this ridiculous grissini package out of his jacket pocket right now. It looks limp, yet he waves it in front of my face. "Why didn't you go on the runway?"
The tightness in my chest steals my breath. "The game is over."
"You could have saved the show, and what just happened would have been avoided," he says, shaking his head imperceptibly. His eyes reflect a whole range of emotions, and each one of them shows his inner turmoil.
Of course, he doesn't understand. No one but Kahlo knows the promise I made to Father.
"Even if I wanted to" I try to explain so he finally stops looking at me like that, "it just can't be done."
His expression remains unchanged, and with every passing second, I hate it more that I can't just tell him.
"Please," I whisper tonelessly, showing him all my despair.
Suddenly, something changes in his expression. The suspicion disappears, replaced by genuine concern. Warm concern. The kind that comes from the heart. And even though I wished for that so much earlier, it's actually worse than before.
I feel my heart racing, notice the warmth rising within me, feel the tingling sensation running through my body.
"Don't look at me like that. Please," I say with a husky voice. Because if he keeps looking at me like he's ready to catch me no matter how far I fall, something inside me will give way.
Instead of lowering his eyes, he intensifies our eye contact even more.
"No," I say with all my strength and break our eye contact. The last thing I need right now are confused feelings. I need to keep a clear head and focus onTouch av lyxor else my last chance to regain at least a part of my family will slip away.
I have to be smart and alert, but if I allow these chaotic feelings to take hold, I'll be anything but that.
"Why not?" Kjell asks, way too empathetically.
Without looking at him, I raise my hand. He has to stop. Why doesn't he understand that? "I'm going to leave now, and you won't follow me."
My tone causes him to take a step back with a disappointed expression.
He releases me.
If I could breathe, I would exhale. But that's still not the case. All I can do is escape from this situation. So I do the only right thing and march away on shaky legs.
