“Crawl inside my body, Find me where I am most ruined, Love me there.”
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There's something weirdly quiet about walking away from someone you once thought you could love.
Not in a sad way. Not even in a guilty way. Just... quiet. Like the static you hear after a radio station goes out, but you're still listening, expecting a sound that won't come.
I pushed open the heavy glass door of the café, letting the warmth and chatter spill out behind me as the cool Glasgow wind slapped me in the face-hard, as if it knew what I'd just done.
The wind here had attitude. The kind that didn't ask questions. Just showed up and made its point.
And there he was.
Perched lazily against my bike, Ray-Bans on, chewing a piece of gum like he was in a movie scene he directed himself.
Cameron Alasdair Lauder.
Picture a golden retriever and a menace to society blended into a 5'9 Scottish lad with the most irritating smirk in the western hemisphere.
"Finally," he drawls, pushing off the bike and folding his arms like a bored mother. "So? Did you finally grow a pair and end it this time? Or is there going to be another director’s cut version I should prep for?"
I snorted, tugging my keys out of my pocket. “It's done. No spin-off. No sequel.”
Cameron had that smug grin that had asshole written all over it. "Done? Done done? Or, one of those fake, 'I need space' shites that ends with you fucking her senseless two days later done?"
I dropped my bag down on the seat of the bike, stretching out my back. "Done done."
He tilted his head, "You sure? Didn't you say that the last time? And the time before that? Bro, Alana's got more comebacks than a Marvel franchise."
I gave him a look, eyebrows raised. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Swear it. On your stethoscope."
"Go fuck yourself, Cameron."
He snorted and stepped to the side, his hand shielding his eyes as he peeked into the café's window, grinning like a bastard.
"Oh shit," His brows shot up. "She is crying like her dog just got run over. Her pal's consoling her. Can't tell if she's comforting her or telling her to burn your house down. Probably both."
