"Arthur, thank you for your friendliness and your hospitality, but I have to go. I need to find someone and tell them what they mean to me. If it works."
"Goodbye, Nova and good luck." He replies, smiling and waving me off but already taking down the tent. Running off into the forest the way I came, I know how much Oscar means to me now, and I can't let anything get in the way of that. Not even a stupid, little spat over something so small and insignificant. I run as fast as I can without tripping and within about half an hour I've reached our clearing. Bare, empty and abandoned. Lifeless, desolate and broken. The only evidence of us being there the previous day, are the still warm and smoking ashes in the centre. Slowly, I approach and can see a small object glinting beneath a layer of ash and dust. I know what it is before I get within ten feet of it. I can't bring myself to look at it and accept the rejection. I had left Arthur with a smile on my face and hope in my heart, all that is now a disintegrated pile of dreams and wishes. My eyes become teary and my vision becomes blurred. Nothing is clear anymore. My life, my world, my universe. Everything has shattered into pieces so small they cannot be mended. I fall to my knees and let myself cry for the ones that I have lost and the life that I have lost along with them. I fall on to my side and sob until I lull myself into a restless and weary sleep.

Nova. What's wrong? Nova, darling, tell me. I'm your mother I need to know...
I don't know, mum. Everything's gone wrong, everything. Nothing is good anymore.
Nova, not everything has always been fair. Remember learning that in school? No? Remember the unfairness that you had to go through during year 6? Remember how you came home crying, everyday? And I used to sing to you "Always look on the bright side of life."
dee doop. dee doop dee doop dee doop.

A sigh escapes me as I imagine my mother saying that to me.
dee doop. dee doop dee doop dee doop.
That tune has always reminded me of her and always will. My mother always had the best advice, she would never let me down and my problems would always be solved if I did what she said. If I would always look on the bright side of life.
dee doop. dee doop dee doop dee doop.
The memory of me singing that tune wraps round my head and envelops me like a blanket of positivity and optimism. Something I never would have thought would be possible after the boy that I love left me in the dark. I stand and walk over to the pile of ash and scoop the locket up with both hands. It is singed and dented but ok nevertheless. I open the front and see that the picture of Oz has shrivelled and died in the frame, however I unclasp the clasp and place it round my neck. On my neck; where it belongs, in place next to my mother's key and right on my beating heart. I head back out of the clearing and manage to clear my head and think positively again. Maybe Oz will find me, maybe I don't have to find him.
Maybe fate will decide to bring us back together. Not that I believe in any of that type of nonsense.