𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 ~ 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒂

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ♥

𝐜 𝐚 𝐬 𝐬 𝐢 𝐝 𝐲 ' 𝐬   𝐩 𝐨 𝐯 🥀

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You know those times in your life when you forget to think?

Those times when you do things, not thinking about the consequences that could follow?

I'm a confusing person. I'm hard to understand, difficult to read, but one thing is true to me. I adore Camila Walker, and I love her with every piece of myself.

The way she laughs, the way she smiles, the way she carries herself. If she's anything, she isn't  perfect by any means, but, she's perfect for me.

I have no clue what I did to deserve her, but I know that I wouldn't trade it for the world.

When I committed to her, I knew that there were reasons that we wouldn't work, but I didn't care. Millie is worth every heartache, every obstacle. Knowing that I have the privledge of having her by my side through it all, that keeps me going.

You have to understand that this wasn't an easy choice to make, it was the hardest thing I have ever had to consider. You also need to know that my intention was never to hurt her.

Another thing you have to know is that I never went through with it.

"Holy shit." Millie sighed, holding my hand as we drove home to my house, Wyatt now in the backseat of my car with us, asleep.

The police sirens became quieter and quieter until we reached my house.

"What just happened?" I asked, confused.

I was confused, because I didn't go and drive Nate there.

~flashback to last night's dream~

"Millie, I have something to tell you." I said, trembling as I held her hand in my own.

"What's wrong? Talk to me Cassie." She smiled softly as squeezed my hand a bit tighter.

"I think that I did something bad, really bad Millie." I said truthfully, a tear escaping my eye.

"What happened? You can tell me."

"It was my fault. Millie, I turned him in." I said, as a look of shock instantly appeared on Millie's face.

I might've just lost the best thing I've ever had.

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god." Millie hesitated, dropping my hand.

"Millie please-"

"No, you're, I-" She barely spoke, seeming to try and convince herself that none of this was real.

"Millie!" I said trying to get her attention as I tried to take her hand again. She swatted it away, shaking her head.

"I should've fucking known." She whispered to herself, tears streaming down her face.

"Let's talk, please!" 

"I don't want to talk to you!" She cried, moving away from me on my bed.

"Please, Millie." I begged her as she continued to sob.

"Stop it Cassie, just stop!"

"Millie-"

"You know what?" She said, looking over to me as my eyes begged for her understanding, for me to explain myself. 

(I'm about to split this next part up because it's long and I get overwhelmed reading big paragraphs, just know that Millie is saying it all.)