Most of all

Chapter 11 ( Anne )

We sit there both of us still shocked and crying. The clock goes by another 30 minutes no sign of a doctor.

" Honey I have to stay here so I can't get Cams phone, so you think you can get it for me it would be in his room?" She asks.

" Yes, do you have the keys?" I ask.

She grabs them out of her pocket and I hug her goodbye. I get in the car and drive off back to cams house. The whole ride back I'm thinking about Cam. He's going to be ok I repeat In my head over and over again. Traffic is really bad so I'm on the road on my own for 20 minutes. I pull into his driveway. I step on his grey stones leading to the front door. I try about 3 keys before I find the one that opens the front door.

I unlock it and step in. I haven't been in his house In forever. I miss the smell of mint and cinnamon as I walk through. I walk up the stairs and enter his room. It's so different now. His bed is moved to the other side of the room.
I like it where it was before because when we would read the moonlight would shine through the window and right on us like a spotlight.

There's new photos on his walls. Before they were of us and his other friends. But now it's just of jerseys and football stuff. I skim my finger on his dresser and a bit of dust lays on my finger tip. I look for his phone and I see it placed on his small desk in the far corner. This desk is special it has a bookshelf attached with all his favourite books. I walk over pick up his phone and I notice a piece of paper. I turn it over and I see this.

Dear Anne,

We've read billions of words, millions of pages and thousands of books and our only favourite is Pride and Prejudice. That's the only book we've connected on.

I've never looked at someone the way I look at you. I've never smiled at someone the way I smile at you. I've never cared for someone the way I care for you. I could never do anything for anyone better than I would do for you.

I would read to you every night because I knew you like reading. I would do anything for you.

"There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well." - Jane Austen. And most of all ....... It's you.