The exchange 2 (camren) English Version

Chapter 95

Lauren's POV

The dinner at Taylor's house was nice, I can't deny that they literally make me feel at home. It was a little late when I decided to leave, both insisted that I stay, but I needed some time alone.

To sort the thoughts that normally I only have at night. I left the keys on the table, holding a small groan seeing the apartment messy, for days I come to accommodate it and probably will not, I'll end up surrendering and calling someone.

I went to the room, pulling the jacket over the bed and then doing the same with my body. I put my arm over my head, feeling, in advance, that this will be a long night.

By 3 in the morning I confirmed my suspicions.

Unable to avoid it, I missed Camila's hot body next to mine.

Feel her close.
Feel that I could still protect her.

It was so easy to sleep when I was with her... or to stay awake without it becoming a martyrdom. I got up quickly, desisting from that feeling, I didn't want to keep deceiving myself, thinking that the dream would soon come.

I slid the glass door, making the curtains swing and went out to the terrace, being received by the cold early morning wind. The city was silent, the sky.. starring.

My thoughts invaded me, once again, taking me to a more distant past... to a night in the garden.

A conversation without rhyme or reason.

A silent request.

And another one out loud.

A kiss from Camila. I sighed..

"Will she be present in everything?" I whispered. But before I knew it, I was closing my eyes, taking a final look at the stars.

Camila's POV

In the midst of many tears and a feeling of agony, I left my sister. Again I felt alone in the great city of Miami.

I gave myself the day off after leaving it at the airport, away from the clinic.

"How are you?" Julian asked, when he found me at the desk twenty-four hours after Sofia left.

"I'm alright" I smiled, frankly "I miss my family very much."

"How long has it been since you've been gone to Mexico?" his voice was soft.

"Years..."

Obviously when I chose to live in Miami I was aware of the pros and cons, I knew that it would be impossible to visit my country, however every day that passes I feel more the lack of receiving a hug from my parents.

I took the hot cup of coffee between my hands and went to the window, after my producer had left the office.

I stared at the improvised post of Tiago, one of my patients, located in the garden.

From early on he was trying to sell his paintings, which are beautiful, but, from what I have been seeing, people ignore him or give him a look of disgust, disgust. His eyes shine, full of hope and his motivating smile illuminates his face, but society in general is cruel and critical, going almost above him.

Tears were already pouring into my eyes when I saw the figure of a beautiful tall woman walking calmly down the sidewalk.

My heart quickened with each step, then stopped in front of the table and observed the exposed drawings, occasionally making a comment.

He raised some to see them better, then, in front of the remarkable euphoria of Tiago, she took the wallet out of the bag, handing him some bills

Lauren bought five "works."

Without my realizing the tears were coming down without any control for my cheeks, for the clear act of mercy and compassion that she had.

Those who passed by the sidewalk to see the author so recognized acquiring the paintings of the young man returned and invaded the small table, taking Tiago to madness.

I dropped the cup and ran, tripping over everyone on the way. I didn't arrive in time.

"LAUREN!" I tried to scream, but she had already taken her car, in the other corner, leaving.

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Hello!! 8 chapters left until the epilogue for the second book "the exchange".
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