Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

12.

Camillas POV:

I ran as fast as I could out of the hospital, my feet loudly stomping and screeching against the tiled floor.

People were continuously giving me dirty looks as I went past them, but I could care less at the moment.

I pushed through the sliver doors of the front entrance and began to sprint down the sidewalk, silent tears rolling down my face.

"Camilla!"

I look behind me to see Brendon, running up to me waving his hand as if I couldn't see him.

Once he catches up to me, his breathing ragged and uneven, he looks at my face intently, his expression softening.

"Doll, what's wrong? Did he hurt you? God, I should have went with-" I interrupted him, "No, he didn't, Bren. So much is going on right now and I just need to relax, it's not good on the injury." I say, and I run my hand through my hair.

He reaches his hand out to my face, and he wipes away the remaining tears on my face.

"Can I have a hug?" I sniffle, and he smiles widely.

"You never have to ask. I love your hugs." He whispers, and he pulls me into a hug. This hug was different. This hug had a meaning. It was like it was only me and him in the whole world, like time stopped almost.

After what seemed like forever, Brendon pulled away and gazed into my eyes, but his eyes didn't look like the way they were before but more loving.

He placed both of his hands in either side of my face and pulled it closer to him.

"I'm going to kiss you now." He whispers and pulls me close.

And it was, magical.