Lauren's POV
It would be hard without her. It was being hard already, having her by my side but knowing she would be gone soon. It was weird, you know. You get too attached, so used to someone's presence, that you don't notice how much you need them until they leave. It's weird, frustrating and even sad.
"We can skype!" Camila said, trying to cheer me up but the sorrow in her eyes was obvious.
"Baby." I said holding her hands down. "You don't need to pretend we're okay. I know we're not." I whispered and kissed her forehead. She lowered her head and then pulled her hands for herself and wiped her eyes.
"I just..." She stuttered and looked up at the ceiling of the airport, preventing the tears from falling. "It seems better to pretend it will be okay." She looked down at me and it hurt me deep inside to see her teary eyed. "It's not really going to work, is it?"
I bit my bottom lip. I wish I could say it would be okay. But she was going to back to Brazil and distance relationships never work out well.
I shook my head as a no.
She sobbed and pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her as tight as I could and sniffed on her hair. Her natural scent. Was I ever going to forget about this girl? I felt my neck getting wet with her tears. Fuck, this is hard. I pulled away and carefully held her face in my hands. Every feature, every flaw, fucking perfect to me.
I softly pressed my lips against hers. I was afraid to hurt her. I treated her lips as if they were made of glass. She returned the caress and kissed me as if I could break at one touch. It was tender and loving and didn't want to let Camila go.
There's always one person that will make you feel welcomed. Will make you feel like you can be yourself. The person will be there for you and will make you stronger. Everyone finds that person one day. I was just unlucky to live a thousands of miles away from mine.
I literally felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach when the speakers went on.
"Passengers of the flight 446, please attend to the Gate H. The plane is ready for your accommodation."
I slowly pulled away from her lips. "It's your flight." I said, caressing her cheek with my fingertips.
"I know."
"You should go."
"I don't want to." She whispered. She was about to cry again and it was fucking painful to watch her like this.
"Come here." I said and pulled her another hug. The last one, probably. "Don't cry. I'm here." I whispered in her ear as she hugged me as if I was what kept her on her feet. Maybe I really was. But soon she would have to walk on her own.
Someone coughed behind Camila and I opened my eyes to look at my dad. I didn't pulled away from the hug right away, in fact, I just held her tighter. He was standing by himself, holding Camila's purse. My mother didn't show up and somehow I wasn't surprised.
"Goodbye, baby." She said against my neck.
I thought I wasn't fine, but hearing those words broke me down completely.
Camila's POV
She started to shake and I thought she was going to fall right there, so I tightened my grip around her neck and pulled her head to my chest. She would run out of air soon but all I wanted was to hold her. I felt her tears running down my chest, steamy drops rolling down my skin.
It was the first time Lauren cried in front of me. Probably the last one too.
"I should ink my skin with your name..." She muttered against my chest. I pulled away giggling even though the tears were still slipping out of my eyes like a waterfall.
