~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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Camila's Point Of View
Laughter erupted from me as Dylan recounted one of his Columbia adventures.
"It was really fun, Cammie," he finished, his voice softer now. My laughter subsided.
"I bet it was," I admitted. "I didn't know Columbia was such a great place to be."
He smiled, a genuine, warm smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
"I didn't know it either until I went," he flared dramatically. "Trust me, Camila, once you go, you won't want to leave."
I hummed in agreement, picturing the vibrant city he'd described.
"Then why did you come back?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"I started my business here before I left for Columbia," he explained. "I'll go back when it's at the level I want it to be, when I have enough to expand it."
I listened, a warmth spreading through me as I admired his ambition and dedication.
"That's amazing, Dylan," I said. "So, you own a graphic store?"
He nodded proudly.
"Yes, and soon it'll be a graphic and design company." The determination in his voice was clear. I reached out, placing my hand over his.
"I believe you'll achieve that, Dylan," I said sincerely. "And I'll be here to support you every step of the way." He smiled, covering my hand with his.
"The reason I've always loved you, Cammie," he said, "is because you have such a beautiful soul and charming personality."
I deliberately ignored the word "loved," focusing instead on his other compliments.
Dylan, Ava, and I had been inseparable since college. They were my only true friends. Dylan and Ava were especially close, leading everyone to assume they were a couple—until Valentine's Day, when Dylan confessed his feelings for me.
I hadn't been ready for a relationship. The last thing I wanted was to risk our friendship. So I'd rejected him.
Dylan was undeniably handsome: brown hair that perfectly framed his face, a sharp jawline, hazel eyes that held a captivating depth, and a well-built physique. But I didn't see him that way, not romantically.
I lacked confidence in my own body image back then. The last thing I wanted was a boyfriend who might inadvertently damage my self-esteem.
Even though we remained friends, I sensed things would be different in a relationship. To protect our friendship, I had to say no.
The look in his eyes now, though, betrayed the underlying meaning of his words. But I chose to remain oblivious while I mentally prepared to shift the conversation.
