TWENTY TWO: FOR THE FIRST TIME

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Camden

Camden

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As the days passed, I found myself thinking about Nora more often. Our meetings had become a highlight of my week, a beacon of light in the midst of the lingering shadows of the past. It wasn't just about uncovering the truth anymore; it was about the comfort and understanding that blossomed between us.

I sat in my room, the evening light casting long shadows across the floor. My thoughts drifted back to our conversations, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her passions, and the gentle way she listened to my stories. There was a connection there, something unspoken but deeply felt.

Deciding I needed some air, I grabbed my jacket and headed out. The night was cool, the sky a canvas of stars. As I walked, I found myself at the park where we had met. I sat on a bench, memories of our time together flooding back.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers hovering over the screen. I wanted to text her, to share this moment, but I hesitated. Instead, I found myself scrolling through old messages, reliving our conversations.

Suddenly, a notification popped up. It was a message from Nora.

"Hey, Camden. Are you free to meet tomorrow? There's something I want to talk to you about."

My heart skipped a beat. I quickly typed back, "Sure, what time?"

We agreed on the afternoon, and I felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. What could she want to talk about? Was it about the past, or something more?

The next day, I found myself at our usual meeting spot. Nora was already there, her face lighting up when she saw me. We exchanged greetings and sat down, the familiar comfort settling between us.

Nora took a deep breath, her expression serious. "Camden, I've been thinking a lot about us, about everything we've been through. I feel like there's so much more we need to understand, not just about the accident but about each other."

I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "I've been feeling the same way. It's like there's this invisible string pulling us together, guiding us through all of this."

We talked for hours, sharing stories and feelings we hadn't yet voiced. There was a sense of healing in the air, a mutual understanding that we were in this together.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I realised how much Nora had come to mean to me. She was no longer just a girl from my dreams or a connection to my past. She was a part of my present, and hopefully, my future.

We stood up, ready to part ways, but there was a sense of something left unsaid. Nora hesitated, then took my hand, her touch sending a warm shiver through me.

"Camden, whatever happens, I want you to know that I'm here for you. We'll figure this out together."

I squeezed her hand, a smile spreading across my face. "Thank you, Nora. I feel the same way."

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