Camila couldn't help but wonder if maybe Lauren wasn't an angel after all.
It was hard to believe yet easy to admit as Lauren would continuously burn out cigarettes and slowly torture her lungs. Late at night Lauren disappeared into the shower area of the girls locker room with a mysterious brooding male.
That was the night Camila smoked her first cigarette.
Although it burned at first and made her throat close up with every breath, it was her savior, her little demon hidden behind a halo. Maybe that speaks for the girl in the shower area with the brown haired man as well. As the two got louder Camila sucked harder on the cigarette, the smoke not filling her lungs quickly enough. By the time the filthy noises stopped she had blown through half of Lauren's pack.
The man left without another word.
Lauren eventually entered into the locker area, the twinkly lights reflected off of her tear stained cheeks. Maybe the lights weren't trying to illuminate her flaws, but maybe give her the angelic glow she deserved despite her previous horrific activities with the mystery man.
Her hand yanked the cigarette from Camila's lips before sticking it in-between her own teeth.
"You're too beautiful to be smoking like that." She said, eyeing the girl through the tears which continued to track down her face.
Camila scooted closer to the girl and tenderly wiped the tears from her cheeks. Lauren leant her head into the gesture. She suddenly looked so tired.
"You shouldn't be smoking either," Camila whispers as she admires the angel before her, wearing her signature black choker. Camila couldn't help but reach out and trace it, causing Lauren to inhale a sharp breath.
The younger girl couldn't understand why Lauren let that man into their space into the first place, this was theirs. The questions in her mind soon drove her mad.
This time it was Camila who walked away from their place. She sat down with a huff at the edge of the pool fighting off the tears that were threatening to spill over. Why was she fighting so hard?
Camila proceeded to watch the artists paint sunrises on windows that lead to nowhere.
