Electric Heart

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"Well you know I won't tell if you don't."

Camille said with a charming smile. The man looked at her with a love struck grin.

Camille didn't care for him one bit, she just wanted to get back at them. Even if she knew it was childish.

"Of course-" A strong arm wrapped around her waist. "Are you finished Camile?" The woman leaned back with a roll of her eyes.

It always has to end short. It felt unfair to her. Not being able to act like they did. Everything they did was justified.

She was crazy. She was terrible. Like she hadn't done everything anyone has ever wanted for the past decade.

She was tired. Oh so tired of all this bullshit. For whatever reason she thought they would be a little better in three months.

Perhaps not everyone heals at the rate she does. Not like it was ever a choice. Seems she never really had a say in anything these days.

"Call me." She whispered before the man high tailed it out of there. Turning around she pushed the overprotective man away.

"What Bucky? Am I not allowed to enjoy myself? Clearly you can't take what you dish out." She says with a scoff.

Did it come out right? No. Would it have sounded better in any other scenario no. Camille never really did well with her anger after therapy.

Probably because she took don't hold in your emotions anymore too literally. Well too late to change that.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek in anger."Your hurt but it dosn't mean everyone deserves to be hurt too."

He was right. He was always right, but she didn't care about right or wrong at the moment. She just wanted them to understand.

She thought they were learning too. Too much wishful thinking on her part. The possibility of them actually doing that seemed impossible.

She laughed. Ready to say things she'd regret. Instead she looked at the clock behind him."Do you know what day it is?"

He looked at her confused."Why is that important?" She looked at him in mock sadness. "My last day of therapy yay."

She said the words sarcastically, before pushing past him towards the exit. He stood there. Realizing how royally they all messed up.

It hurt her more when she said it, maybe that's why she did decide to leave. So they wouldn't see her ugly crying.

Sure it didn't seem like the biggest deal to them, but she felt so powerless over herself at times like this. Knowing she couldn't change the outcome.

Looking at them she rolled her eyes and stormed out. It was always like this. If one good thing happened to her something fell apart.

As she left the door she leaned against the wall. A small moment of weakness. One she always will regret.

"Good night Camille."