Where Amelie no longer believes in love but finds herself drawn to that handsome blue-eyed boy or where Lando does everything he can to get at least one smile out of the girl with the american smile.
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| prologue |
July 9th 2019
The chapelwas filled with a suffocating silence, punctuated only by the soft murmurs of condolence. Amelie's hands trembled as she stood beside the casket, her eyes red and swollen but stubbornly refusing to shed another tear.
Cameron. Her best friend, her soulmate. Gone in an instant, and the world seemed emptier, quieter, as if his laughter, his presence, had been snatched away and taken with it a piece of her heart. Memories flooded her mind — his smile, his terrible jokes, the way he always saw her in a way no one else did. And now, he was just... gone.
Amelie stared at the polished wood of the casket, her mind drifting through a haze of disbelief. She felt like she was outside of herself, watching from a distance as the girl beside Cameron's casket fought to breathe, to stand, to exist. He was supposed to be here. To be by her side, laughing about some absurd memory, teasing her about something trivial. She wanted to scream at the unfairness, but her voice was as frozen as her heart.
The weight of the finality pressed down on her as if the air itself were made of lead. Amelie reached out, her hand hovering just above the casket, fingers aching to feel even the faintest warmth from him, but all that met her touch was cold, polished wood. She drew her hand back, fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms.
A single tear escaped down Amelie's cheek. The silence of the chapel was overwhelming, the emptiness echoing louder than any sound. She bit down on her lip, searching for the words, the strength to tell him goodbye, but how could she say goodbye when she wasn't ready? When she never would be?
Amelie's gaze fell to the floor, her fists still clenched, her heart still shattering. She could feel her family's presence around her, their warmth pressing close, but none of it was enough to fill the void Cameron had left behind. She forced herself to straighten, pulling in a shaky breath, her mind whispering that this was it — this was her life now.
And somehow, she had to keep living it. For him.
He'd want her to laugh again, to dream, to find new moments of joy. He'd hate the thought of her drowning in grief, letting it steal the years he'd always imagined they'd share. It would be the hardest thing she'd ever face, but Amelie promised herself in that moment that she would try. She would find a way to live with this loss, to carry him with her, even as her heart broke over and over again.
With one last glance at the casket, she whispered, —I'll keep going, Cam. For you.—
And as she walked away, her family holding her close, Amelie took the first step into a world without him, a world that would never feel quite right but was one she knew she had to face — for him and for herself.
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AUTOR NOTE!: Thank you so much for reading and stepping into Amelie's world. This story is one of healing, resilience, and finding the courage to move forward after devastating loss. I hope you feel the depth of her journey and connect with the characters as they grow, face challenges, and discover new paths.
