Polaroids s.m.+ c.c.

chapter twenty three

Camila stood in front of her bathroom mirror, water drops fall from her hair, to her skin, guiding its way down her body.

She watched herself.

Trying to admire the way she looks, but couldn't find a way to smile at the sight in front of her.
Her fingers ran back and forth over her belly, feeling smooth line. She took some cooling lotion and massaged her flat belly in circular motions.

"Hey Mila" she heard Shawn's voice from the other side.

Mila - felt like most delicious honey dripping down his lips as he said my name in a way, that could only calm me. It felt like safe place in his mouth, to keep my name.

"Are you okay? You have been in for a long time"

She nodded like he could see her, shaking her thoughts out she called "yes, I'm gonna be there in few"

"Aaliyah wants to go to our old house, do you want to come with us?" His voice from other side of the door, was insure. Debating in his head if he should do that or not.

New weekend is here, Ariana came back which made Shawn and Aaliyah go live in his lake house.
Camila was sad, because it felt different when he's not around, empty place in this apartment of a male figure rising her daughter.
But when he's around also felt like not real.
They wouldn't talk too much, running around their problem, when they tried to talk about anything they felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Kiara would make them calm with her giggles, Aaliyah was right.
She is trying to bond them.

"I can do that!" She answered and dressed herself, then dried her hair.
Ariana said that she would take care of Kiara, and they went along into their parents house.

As they arrived, Camila saw how keys in Shawn's had were shaking. Wanting nothing more than to take his hand into hers and say that everything is alright, but she couldn't do that.

They're cold towards each other.

He opened door, they stepped in.
"It's cold" Aaliyah said as her eyes roamed around her old house.

"So many memories" Camila whispered, her hand running over furniture, eyes gazing to pictures on fireplace. She smiled sadly looking at them.

"We should make it feel alive" Aaliyah commented "we should live here"

"I don't think I can do that" Shawn said honestly.

Camila turned to them and sighed,
"We can decorate it, change colours of the walls and change furniture" Aaliyah kept saying as he remained silent.

"Please Shawn, no matter how bad your memories are - they're so many good ones here" she took his hands, his eyes lifeless "maybe the happy ones won't let me live here" his eyes moved to Camila's and she felt her heart skip beats.

Happy moments - she had them more in this house rather then in her own.
She would spent most of the time here, creating everything she had dreamt off.
She had a sister that wasn't blood related.
She had a best friend, who protected her from everything.
She had a lover.

"But I'll think about it" that gave small glimpse of hope to Aaliyah, she kissed his cheek, "I'm going to my old room" Aaliyah said and went upstairs.

"We should too" Shawn said to Camila as they stood in silence. She nodded and followed him upstairs, beside him, their hands brushing as they walked but not holding - that caused so much pain to both of them.

As they stepped into his old bedroom, flashbacks floated in front of Camila like most twisted movie she has ever watched.

Him sitting down on the floor, around him broken trophies.
Them giggling on the bed, wrapped around each other.
Her begging him to be with her as he was getting lost.
Their bodies connected as they felt like everything was alright, right there.