Still Around (A Camren Fic)

chapter 1

Prologue :

It's a funny thing, the loss of a loved one. It's like you've always had this bright, soothing light in your room. It was always there, seeping through the windows, warming your heart; soft and glowing during night, still present, still filling up the darkness, making the dark, black night unknown, unfamiliar.

But then one day u come back home, stand in the middle of that room, and the light suddenly turns off. It leaves you standing there in complete oblivion, blindness, and earsplitting silence. All you see is black, you are lost, just being there without the light you've grown so accustomed to.

And you stand, waiting for your lumière to fill up the dark void again. You stand, still waiting, paralyzed inside this metaphorical bubble of existence.

What next? What happens when the sudden shock subsides?
U try to find the light switch...you fumble with it, still blind, still oblivious.

You fumble with it, until realizing that u can't bring back the light. Until you realize that the light has died off, and that you will never be able to bring life into it anymore.

It's hard at first...but your eyes will eventually grow used to the darkness, the void that little bulb of life left will become less and less noticeable -still present- but less noticeable.

You can always replace that bulb. You can fill your room with other sources of light. Maybe not as strong and shining as before, but it will have to do.

But sometimes you stay stuck in the dark.

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Camila groggily opens her eyes, dreading yet another day.
She reaches over her bedside table blindly, grabbing her phone and turning off her alarm clock, aka most annoying thing in the world.

Squinting against the slight rays of sunshine coming through her wiondow, camila throws her arm across her face, burrying her head further into her pillow and groaning.
If only she could sleep forever.
But she can't.

Just thinking of the day ahead makes her want to casually climb up the eiffel tower and back flip off the top.

Today is the day. The day they find out if the past 7 months of torture were worth it.

The day she either stays or breaks.

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"Morning honey"

As camila trots down the stairs, she is met with the amazing smell of pancakes and the sight of her mother, sinu, already sat on the kitchen counter with her little sister sofia who's basically a miniature version of her sister.

"Good mornin' guys" the brunette responds, lacking of any sort of enthusiasm that actually shows that it is indeed a good morning. Because it's not.

She takes a seat next to her sister, who's too busy drowning her pancakes in syrup to greet her.
Camila shakes her head at her little sister. "What a kid", she thinks, right before drawing a smiley face over her own pancake with the syrup.

Sinu watches with amusement as her two daughters stuff their faces with pancakes.
She keeps reading the news until the youngest has put her plate away and gone to brush her teeth, leaving her with a seemly deep in thought Camila. Putting her glasses down, the mother reaches across the table and takes her daughter's clammy hand into her own, startling the girl who was pulled out of her speculations.

"Stop thinking about the worst, honey. You'll just exhaust your mind before even finding out anything." She gently tells her daughter.

The young latina slowly meets her mother's sympathetic gaze, hers filled with anxiousness and brooding.
"What if...what if she's not okay, mama? I can't- what if they tell us it didn't work? That nothing worked? I- god what will-"