Spitfire in Love -ON HOLD
"In a sick way, I prefer nightmares. I hate good dreams because I know when I wake up, you won't be there," I whispered, willing her to stay.
Don't go, don't leave.
But she was already turning around.
"I wish I could have told you that you've owned me from the very start. It was always you. It's always been you," I continued, desperate now.
Her eyes turned to me, studying my face. "It's too late," she said, giving me a sad smile before disappearing in my life.
Rule Number One: Keep your șhit together.
I am Cameron St. Laurent.
Lies. I am filled with them.
Self-destruction. That's my middle name.
Love of my life: Cammilla Hawthorne. I need her as much as I need air to breathe.
Last words I've said to her: "Don't justify your love for me when you know it's all sorts of wrong."
Current Status: About to blow my șhit apart.
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