Professor C (camren)

16.5 - Jauregui (Part 2)

However, she was definitely anxious and it was because of her ex-girlfriend.

Camila was undoubtedly surprised to find that the burning bridge she was forced to turn her back on was still standing. After so many daunting years, she thought that it had burned to a crisp and its insignificant ashes would have been blown aimlessly by the wind. It would have been impossible to gather the scattered pieces, and that would mean the conduit was beyond repair.

Then again, she forgot to acknowledge the fact that a new one could stand in its place. This time, it'd be sturdy and substantial, albeit under construction.

Camila was panting by the time she reached the designated door. Her had just seized the brass knob and paused, just as she always does. It was most likely a force of habit, but her eyes would immediately travel up to the brand plastered on the glass panel.

But the seemingly trifling action was a little more profound than routine, though.

Sometimes, human beings need a little push to untangle their hands from something that have been nothing but hurtful. Camila figured that if she stared at the name, she'd be forced to let go. She'd always viewed marriage as absolute and unbreakable, which was a little hypocritical on her end given her own union with Luca Clausnitzer.

Nobody, especially when they're in denial, would consider that they've only been holding onto beautiful memories while attempting to ignore horrible ones, if they couldn't erase them. Oftentimes, they would leap over the very reason why it was necessary to sever ties in the beginning with the fear of being inadequate or incapable to thrive by themselves.

But her attempts were futile because the more Camila had the displeasure of gazing at Sean's last name, the more she despised the man. And instead of accepting defeat, she felt dared and tested.

Camila would reason that it was due to the fact that if she tried, she could get Lauren back. Of course, that was without the knowledge that she had already succeeded without doing so much as lift a finger.

But that was bound to change soon.

At first glance, it looked the same. Everything seemed to be in place save for one word that was definitely in the same font and color, but somehow stood out and shone brightly, almost blinding her.

"Jauregui." Camila mumbled breathlessly, emitting a long sigh as her stilled mind processed what she had just read. "Wh...how did..." Her question hung in the air before it could even be completed but whether she finished it or not, the door wouldn't be able to give her answers.

It appeared odd and out of place but Camila concluded that it definitely belonged there. How it happened, she didn't know but her entire body was heating up in the way it always does when she thirsts for answers, especially those that would satisfy profound questions.

And again, it was beyond confusion.

Camila would never want to admit how liberating it felt to find the name that she thought always and forever will belong to Lauren, the same one she wanted to wear had they made it to the altar the first time around. She could deny it all she want but the rapid beating of her heart and the chills that ran up her spine were playing a melody with lyrics conveying how happy - no, how unequivocally exultant she was.

Suddenly she was nervous, terrified because there was an urge to look good, to look attractive before she would push the door and finally lay her eyes on a magnificently beautify woman that possessed her heart. She began to polish her hair and straighten her clothes in a frenzy, plus a much needed huff that was to be the trumpet call to signal her entrance.

Regaining her composure and her courtesy, Camila remembered to knock before she allowed herself in. There was no need to poke her head through a meager crack given that she was eager to see Lauren, and because of that she had barged in on a conversation that she was the subject of.