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"Lauren!" I heard Normani call me from the kitchen. I finished washing up, I put my hair in a ponytail, and went downstairs to see the dark haired girl behind the stove. "I made breakfast." She smiled, placing a plate of waffles in front of me.

I smiled at the food then looked back at her. "What?" She questioned.

"I'm a pancake person." I grimaced. She gave me a look and rolled her eyes. "But I'll be a waffle person for you." I winked, cutting up the waffle.

"You're drink water all day today," she told me, placing a cold glass of water in front of me. I looked up at her noticing that she was drinking coffee. I pouted and she shrugged, turning her back to me. "Doctor's orders." She added on.

I sipped the water, and ate. Her cooking was really good, especially since I noticed she burnt the first waffle she made, but I won't mention it to her.

"Hurry up and eat, we have a big day today." She instructed, rubbing my back.

I pouted and sighed. "I don't want to go to the studio today. I just need a break from everything." I whined.

"We aren't going to the studio silly," she chuckled. I arched my brow, giving a questioning look at her. "I'm not telling you what we're doing." She winked.

I sighed annoyedly and noticed that a bag had been at the front door. "What's in that?" I asked, pointing at the luggage.

"You're clothes." She smiled. "Now, I'll be back." She said, running up the stairs.

I hurried and ate, since I was anxious to see what she was up to. She had been acting very suspicious this morning, and I really want to figure out why. The whole time, she had a smirk on her face.

"I'm done." I told her, standing in her doorway, watching as she zipped up her bag. "What's going on?" I asked.

"Let's go." She said, waving her hand.

I followed her down the stairs and to her car. We threw our bags in the trunk and got in the car. We drove the opposite way of the city and up more towards Northern California. The whole ride, we listened to throwback jams and old Broadway songs as well as Disney songs.

I looked out the window and noticed the familiar spot. "Hey, wait." I said, tapping on her. She looked in my direction, and slowed the car down. "This is where she is." I said softly, remembering the day.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked. I nodded and she pulled into the cemetery.

"She's not to far, just turn here." I instructed her.

Once she got close enough, I got out the car and walked over to where Camila's grave had been. It had been awhile, but I need to.

I stood in front of her tombstone, and read it. Remembering my speech and placing a picture of us onto of her casket.

"Hey," I started, shoving my hands in my pocket. "It's been awhile." I said. "Last night, last night was terrible. I'm sorry. I was hurting, and I couldn't handle anything. Ever since you've been gone, I've been going downhill. I know you don't want this for me, and I'm sorry. I could apologize a million times to you. But, I'm going to change. I'm getting there." I started, wiping the tear that was falling down my cheek. "I met this fan, I remember her name now, it was Dakota. She was at one of my album signings. I gave her a necklace to help her get through her problems, and she recently gave it back, to help me get through my problems." I mentioned, thinking about her words. "She really touched me, so I'm going to change. I'm going to do it. I should be happy, and I need to be happy, for you." I paused. "I haven't been happy for a while, ever since the incident. But I'm going to work on it. For you." I smiled. "I didn't bring flowers, I didn't know I was coming up here, but next time, I will. I'll bring your favorite." I laughed. "But, I love you and miss you." I said, smiling sadly and wiping my tear once again.

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