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Red had always been Ophelia's colour.
Dark hair, tanned olive coloured skin. The ruby emerald colour had been her trademark. Like mother, like daughter. Rafe Cameron had loved the Martin girl dressed head to toe in a tight fitted red dress, almost as much as he liked it on her plump lips, ones that begged to smear a light shade of pink onto his own.
Even now, the red and blue lights emitted from the top of the cop car, red had and always will be Ophelia's colour.
She had been a few feet away, straying from the two boys as she collected her thoughts - better yet, let her self completely fall apart from the past few days events. She was a mess, that she knew, though couldn't bare to let Rafe see her breaking.
"It's there. It's all there."
Ophelia couldn't try hard enough to push Ward's enthused words from her brain. He was standing a few feet away, trying to looking towards his son though couldn't help but keep his eyes glued to the Martin girl.
He had always loved Ophelia as his own. He, much like the Martin's, knew Ophelia and Rafe were bound to cross paths intimately at one point or another. At this point in time, he was rather nervous Ophelia would become far more than an ally, but a distraction.
Looking away from Ophelia and towards his son, all accusations were met, the Cameron boy never breaking his stare away from the dark haired girl.
Even in the dark of the night, sweat glistened off of every visible inch of Rafe's skin, his fingers trembling at his sides as his father sunk into the seat next to him. He hadn't moved an inch, as much as tensed a muscle. Instead, Rafe's stone cold stare was set upon Ophelia, nothing but utter anger on his mind.
"Look, Rafe, I know you're upset." Ward Cameron could sense his son's bitter feelings, one that despite how it looked, was not aimed towards Ophelia. He couldn't bare to look away, not even for a second.
"I know you're feeling bad, but you don't have to." Rafe remained still, eyes set on Ophelia. "I know you didn't mean to hurt her."
Rafe winced softly, his eyes falling down Ophelia's tanned legs, watching as the girl scrubbed away at the dried dirt now imbedded into her skin. "They checked all the hospitals, the morgue. It's good news."
Ward sighed softly. "She's okay. She'll come back to us."
For a moments time, Rafe couldn't help but let his attention fall fully onto his father, his lips spread out in a thin line. "What if I'm not okay?" Rafe spoke softly, earning Ward's concerned stare. "I'm not okay." Rafe repeated.
