I'm not crazy camila/you

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"Her heart was in the right place," I pause averting my eyes to the edge of the table emotionless, "But her mind was another story."

"What do you mean." He asked, as that is the main question he keeps asking me.

"Her mind was twisted in impossible knots, while her heart was in the right shape."

I pause remembering the sincerity and venom in her voice when she told me she loved me.

"She constantly reminded me of her love for me, saying nothing was gonna tear us apart, and if a portion was to leave us on edge, she'd take care of it."

He nods suspiciously, "Well who is this girl you reminded her of ?", he asked very curious.

"Well it was a couple weeks of spending time with each other, in the office or outside of work, when she eventually asked me out on a date."

=Flashback=

Me and Camila were at this small little cafe near the Big Ben.

It was around 8:45 in regular time, pouring outside, it was so silent that you could here the hard raindrops hit against the window.

I'm just sitting here admiring the beauty that is Camila Cabello, watching her sip on her cup of joe keeping eye contact with me, the way her lips slowly curve up into a sly smile, and her eyes change from light to dark in seconds.

"Are you enjoying your time ?", she asks me softly with gentle eyes staring into mine.

"I'm having a wonderful time." I say back to her smiling.

She raises her perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me, leaning back in her chair slightly taking her cup with her.

"But all your doing is staring at me." She says.

I grin at her amused facial expressions.

"What's better than that ? If I could spend my time doing that all day I wouldn't pass up on that offer." I say.

Watching her give me a genuine smile was like watching the gates of heaven open up for you.

But who knew that looks could be deceiving.

Her smile soon flatters.

I instantly get nervous hoping I didn't say the wrong thing, "My apologies did I do something wrong ?", I ask taking her hand that is rested on the table in mine.

She squeezes my hand for reassurance shaking her head like she did the first time I apologized to her.

"No no, it's ok, it's just every aspect about you is everything she ever was, and I'm confused on if that's good or bad." She says slightly hesitant about her words.

I rub my thumb across the back of her hand with my thumb soothingly.

"My apologies if I come off very blunt, but what happened to her."

She looked up at me fluttering her eye lashes, she was staring at me for what seemed like hours, but was only seconds.

She stood up in one swift motion grabbing my hand.

"Where are we going ?", I ask grabbing my coat.

She didn't speak, she just walked taking me with her, considering our hands were linked.

I trusted her with my being so I chose not to ask questions.

We walked along the side walk sprinkles of rain drops hitting us every now and then as we continue to walk under the tarps connected to the shops we pass by.