Polaroids s.m.+ c.c.

chapter one

Rain fell down heavily, clouds met the ground and everything melted in a feeling what Cuban girl had in her guts as she drove home.

Radio was playing quietly, she didn't even listen to it, her eyes were at the road but totally zoned out.

Voices echoed through her head, words were said "I love you" and she saw the smile, of his.

I love you.

She sighed, breath leaving her mouth in a heavy sound. So hard to breath when he isn't around. For such a long time now.
How is he all around her when he's not even there. They risked all in one night, to forget everything, she hoped she would. But it stayed there forever.

She parked a car in front of the building where she lived and she got out. Quickly her head soaked and her clothes was all wet.

"Hey" her best friend Ariana said as Camila got into her home.

"Hi" her voice a void pain "how was it?" Ariana asked and Camila rose her shoulders "I don't know" she breathed out.

"Are you getting it?"

"Maybe, we'll see, I'm tired" Camila went into a kitchen and took a glass of water "I've been searching for a job for a long time now - I just" she rested her head in her palms "which I can live of" her eyes shoot close.

"I know -" Cuban girl felt warm hand on her shoulder.
A hand which have been there for so many years. Never leaving her back, always pushing forward, to go for more and to reach the biggest tops.
Even when she was on the rock bottom, she was there. Her best friend by birth and by the soul, a sister.

"I need to tell you something" Ariana said carefully "what" Camila sat down and looked at her "I um - when I was leaving to go home, I went for a coffee" she bit her lower lip and looked at Camila "and?"

"I saw Shawn"

"Oh" Camila moved her eyes away from hers "you saw him"

"Yes"

There was a long silence between them but Camila spoke "what's he doing here?"

"He said that he came back, that he missed his hometown." Camila locked gazes with her "you talked to him?"
Ariana nodded, pity washed her face and the look she had was sad.

"Did - he ask um about m-e?" Camila's voice was shaken up a little, he still made her weak.

''He did'' Ariana said softly, her hair falling back as she sat down, Camila followed.

''What should I do Ari?'' Cuban girl asked ''It is time'' Ariana answered ''you think?''

''yeah''

Camila turned on her heel ''no, it is not. Ariana he has all the power, he could take away from me everything I have plus, its been a long time, - it is not like he still cares'' She expressed herself angrily with her hands as she said.

''Calm down''

''I can't just - I don't know what to do''

Ariana nodded ''I understand, here'' she stood up ''If he in some way asks about you or come maybe here - you'll tell him''

''yeah, that's the best way, it is just not gonna happen''

Camila didn't need any more words by ariana so she went into her room. She sat down on her bed and all emotions ruined well built wall. How she can't change her feelings towards him? He did lost his feelings for her, if he ever had them in first place.

She is just so over, her life's been so hard. But there's this tiny piece which is giving her everything she needs to go through this world. 

She has dreams, real dreams.
About being happy, laughing at some stupid jokes.
Crying happy tears until she couldn't breath.

Also being sad but with love, dealing with strength.
Being ruined down, all walls broken but built again.

Dreams

Camila gripped onto her hair harshly, tears peeked in the corners of her eyes.
She sighed and thought of how pathetically she is acting.
She isn't 17 anymore, act like an adult Camila!

She stood up wiping tears away, years flooded back into her memories of them.
She was so in love.

But she was so stupid how could she ever fall in love with him?

"God, Camila -" she chuckled as she went in spare room, small light on.

"What's life has given to me?" She smiled and sat on armchair still some tears on her cheeks.

Her hand gripped the blanket of small bed next to her.
"I think he would be -" she took deep breath not sure of words she's saying "back then, now uhh I don't know" she sighed.

"He's living his life, I would not blame him" she kept whispering softly "but he also deserves to know - I'm afraid of reaction"

"I'm not ready" she stood up,
"goodnight honey"

A/n: I decided to finish it, but change some things about it. Please vote, tell me if you want me to keep writing...love you.

I also have new book "high skies"