Cameron's POV
Carter had looked so sad when I got on the rail to the plane. Gosh, I missed her. I couldn't think of not talking to her for a month, so I decided to call her.
*RING, RING*
Carter: Are you okay? Did you die? Are you coming home?
Cameron: Carter, calm down. I'm fine. I'm not coming home quite yet, though.
I heard Carter sniffle in the background.
Cameron: Hey, are you okay?
Carter: I miss you, Cam. A lot.
I frowned.
Cameron: I miss you, too, babe. Listen, I gotta go. I'll call you later, okay?
Carter: Yeah, sure.
I could tell she was still crying.
Cameron: Hey, I love you.
Carter: I love you, too. Bye.
Cameron: Bye, baby.
I heard the click on the other end, making it official that the call had ended. I should have stayed on with her. I missed her voice so much.
Hayes: Hey, Cameron, C'mon, we'll be late for pickup.
I pulled my bag further onto my shoulder and walked slowly to Hayes. What was I going to do?
