Love at Camp Sight

Part 29

Cameron

I open my eyes just a sliver. Just a little bit. Enough to see that the world is bright. Enough to see someone staring at the doorway watching someone leave. Who is that girl? I know her.

I open my eyes a little more. A lady's sleeping on a couch. The girl in the doorway faces me. 

"You're awake!" She says with too much enthusiasm. 

"Who are you?" I say.

She laughs. "Silly." She says. 

"Who was that girl who just left?" I say. "I want to see her."

"I know. But, she was the one who hurt you. You can't see her."

"I want to see her."

"No."

I lift my arm over, and wrap my fingers around her neck. 

"Camer- Cam. St- sto" She says not even saying the words correctly.

I release my grip on her, and she backs away from me rubbing her neck. 

"Let. Me. See. Her." I say.

She nods her head and walks out of the room.

The lady on the couch sits up and stares at me with her eyes wide.

"Do you know your name?" She says.

"Cameron Campbell." I respond.

"Do you know who I am?" She says.

I shake my head no. I honestly don't know who she is. 

She gets up and goes out of my room and starts talking to some lady who I don't recognize either.

The girl who was in the doorway comes back with a girl with honey-brown hair. Her eyes are red like she's just been crying. They're not brown. Not green. Hazel. A beautiful shade of hazel. She has the faintest smile on. I feel like I know her. Yet, I don't.

"Hey," She says. The softest voice I've heard yet. 

She touches my hand, and all sorts of memories about her, and I come flooding back. We went to camp together. 

"Do you remember me?" She says.

"Taylor Abbey." I say her name. 

Her smile grows wider. We had the best/worst experience at camp together. People didn't want us to be together, yet we still did. We had a long distance relationship. She came to a dance. Or maybe it was prom. Or a wedding. I remember cake. We didn't see each other for the longest time. So I surprised her by coming to the library. Her sister has cancer, and I'm not allowed to see her. We're not allowed to see each other. I got in a car accident. 

"I'm sorry." I say.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." She says letting go of my hand. 

"No. No. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it."

"To do what?" 

"To see you at the library. I didn't mean to."

Her smile quickly fades, and I see how hurt she is by what I just said. 

I open my mouth to speak, but she speaks first.

"I guess, even if you didn't mean that, you can't "take back" words anyways." She starts nodding her head. "I have to leave. Good-bye Cameron."

Then she leaves. She doesn't even look back. She just leaves. 

"Guess she wasn't meant to be." The girl from the doorway says walking closer to my bed. I give her a death glare, and she immediately backs off.