To Follow you or To Lose you

Chapter 9: Camila's service.

The following days were quite complicated. I couldn't get used to the idea of being in love with Camila and receiving rejection from society, but I was feeling a little less uneasy thinking about it.

She wasn't trying to pressure me. She knew I needed time and space. She didn't ask me for answers. She knew I had fallen in love, so she was happy with it.

"I wrote a poem for you" Camila confessed to me shyly while, on the table, she tried to make figures with napkins. I counted three of her blinks "It's not the best, but the sparrows told me you'd like it if it had come out of my heart."

I smiled at her shyness and took her hand, making her blush instantly. Camila was crazy, that's true, but madness hadn't taken away her ability to feel.

A short distance away I heard a curse on our name. It was Dinah, who had become even more irritable from the moment I spoke to Camila again.

"Can you recite it for me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. Just because "She replied with a giggle while playing with my fingers and kissing each of them six times "I like you, Lauren."

She always told me, and my heart was racing with these words. I released her without warning, always taking me unawares, always doing everything much more affectionate.

"I like you too... like you... like you..."I told her nine times, because it was her favourite number of the day.

Lately her favourite numbers of the day used to be very high, and I came to think they were just because she loved hearing me say how much I liked her so many times in a row.

"I like to dream about you, Mrs. Luna" She said suddenly, and I asked myself three times what kind of dreams she'd have. I hoped they were good "I like everything that relates to you, actually" Her cheeks were on, but I couldn't find her more adorable "...Sometimes someone calls me Camz, but it's not you. Sometimes someone says they like me, but it's not you. Sometimes someone appears in my dreams, but it is not you" While saying this her voice was heard terrified, and six times in my head I wondered why "I like to dream about you because when you are you there is never him."

But I didn't understand who "he" was.

"Who are you talking about, Camz?"

But even she didn't seem to know.

"You have very pretty eyes" She told me, and I didn't try to talk about dreams where I didn't appear. I knew I would get nothing "...They're green, like the grass that grows in Norway."

"All grass in the world is green, Camz..."

"Yes, but your eyes look like Norwegian grass, not like everyone's grass."

And I preferred not to contradict her, for I had never been to Norway.

"I must leave soon..." She said it with sadness as I drowned a sigh, which didn't give me a good feeling "Lauren, Normani's son, needs a bottle. Besides, ghosts can't afford my trip to Russia because they don't use money."

Camila rose from the table nervously, and was so quick to leave that she didn't notice that she had left her shoes. I smiled just a little when I saw them, because one was a tennis shoe and the other one was a terrible shoe.

That's when I understood her words.

I ran out of there at full speed, but when I was about to reach her my mind told me that I had forgotten to bring her shoes with me. I looked for them because it was no longer I who handled me, but my obsession to live in the midst of perfection.