𝖋𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 ♫ 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔪

ch 2

it was officially july sixth. that means it's been one full year without cameron. imogen had spent the weekend with sofia at her premier and flew home saturday night.

imogen awoke on july sixth already numb. drained. mentally exhausted. her mother had been calling her all weekend but she simply put her phone on do not disturb.

sighing imogen got out of bed and put on a pair of athletic shorts and one of cameron's t shirts she had. not bothering with makeup or her hair she walked out of her house, grabbing the small bouquet of flowers and her journal on her way out.

the car ride to the cemetery was almost silent the only sound of the radio, coincidentally funeral by phoebe was playing. the song imogen had written about cameron's death.

as she parked tears welled in her eyes, finally feeling the emotions she'd suppressed for the last week.

she sat on her knees in front of the headstone that read, "in loving memory cameron boyce, a son and brother."

imogen rested the flowers in front and ran her fingers gently across the engravings. she finally let the tears fall.

"oh cam, why'd you have to go?" a sob tore through her raw throat.

"i'm broken cammy, a-and you're not here to put me back together." imogen had suffered from depression since she was sixteen, having been in an abusive relationship til she was eighteen took its toll on the girl. cameron was always her light in the darkness. the glue holding her broken pieces of her heart and soul together.

imogen sat there for a little while longer just staring at the headstone before she pulled out her journal. wanting to show him the next song she wrote for the movie. she always went to cam first when showing someone lyrics.

"how do people make it look easy, are they happy or just good at deceiving?"

"i just want a bit of that feeling for myself. i don't put the pressure of soulmates, i just want somebody who knows me. cause every now and then i need a little bit of help."

"i don't feel like i belong, anywhere, where, where, where. how do things keep going wrong? how did we get here, here, here? the more i cover up my flaws the more they appear. i gotta find where i belong."

a single tear fell down as she finished what little bit of the song she had finished.

imogen sat there for a little while longer, talking aimlessly about what had been happening in her life.

kissing her two fingers and placing them on the headstone she smiled gently, "thanks for listening big bro. i'll be back next week."

as she walked to her car it started to softly rain. a look of relief washed over her face. cameron loved the rain. he heard his sister.

With a small smile on her face she drove back to her house, ready to drown in a tub of icecream and continue writing for the upcoming session she had with Milo.

Sitting down at her desk in her home studio Imogen was finally able to relax. For the next few hours she was able to get quite a few melodies for the upcoming songs she would be writing with the help of the cast.

She eventually took a break to eat her dinner and turned on the first zombies to try and strike some sort of inspiration. As she was watching the movie she realized she had never paid much attention to the group that had met her at the studio.

Imogen was infatuated with Milo's acting, and the way he was able to portray Zed. It reminded her of how passionate Cameron was when he acted. The brunette was in awe as the movie finished, she was never the biggest fan of many of disney's new movies but she loved zombies.