//Camilo x fem reader// Y O U R H A I R I S L I K E C L O U D S

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Hi, thank you so much if you're reading this! I've had a lot of fun writing this so far, but if you're bored of following the movie, don't worry! The movie chapters will  be over soon and things will start to get more interesting...

Happy reading ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

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Groaning, you and Mirabelle decide to get started. Sun-light floats down from who knows where and makes the grainy sand shimmer. "Mirabelle, I feel sick. I really don't like heights. Can we go back nowwwww? Please?" you whimper. And you're not lying! Your vision seems to spin as you look down over the chasm. "Okay, just as long as you promise me you'll go straight to mama to heal you before waiting for me in my room, deal?" Mirabelle holds her hand out with a trusting look in her eyes, a look you haven't gotten in a long time. This can't be happening again... you think to yourself but you know it is. You shake her outstretched palm with a grin that only you can tell is fake. "Deal."

F L A S H B A C  K 

He had come over to your house late one night, promising that you would remember that night forever. And you would, only it would haunt all your dreams and lurk in all the shadows in the day. "Where are we going?" you ask as he pulls you to the window of your apartment. Even though it's almost 1am, orange, yellow white and red lights glow from the city beneath you. "Somewhere special, a place I've shown to no one else ever before," he murmurs to you as he pulls you into the cool night air.

Fear floods you as you glance down. Now perched on the railings, you look longing up over the gap between you and the terrace he's perched on. He holds his hand out to you, a warm, trusting look in his eyes. "If you have the courage to jump, I'll catch you. Deal?" Chewing the insides of your mouth so hard you draw blood, you bob your head in acceptance.

He hauls you over the side and you giggle with the thrill of achievement. "Shhh!" he hisses in your face. "The people in this apartment already hate me! They say that I'm breaking and entering." With a smirk, you chuck a plant pot over the side. "NOW we're  breaking and entering." For a moment you both stare over the edge feeling immensely guilty. "RIP plant pot," He says before you both erupt into a fit of giggles.

About half an hour later, you find yourselves on a rooftop. In a little wooden box near the chimney a blanket, matches and a few candles are stored. The two of you are spread across the blanket gazing at the sun rise. "This is gorgeous," you whisper. "I love you," he replies. You gasp slightly but don't say anything, only roll into his arms for comfort.

A little while later, you decide to head back. The night's gone perfectly and you're starting to relax so when he reaches out for your hand and it's not there, you freak out. They say it was a structural problem, but you know it was your fault. If you'd had your hand ready, he wouldn't have slipped. You wouldn't had to watch as he fell down, down, down... and see his head split open with a loud crack. The red painted on the ground. 

Your therapist said you just have survivor's guilt, and maybe that's true. Or maybe it's that every good thing has to have something bad. And he was just too good.

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Thanks for putting up with the depressing back story, and I'll warn you next time that there will be blood. 

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