*slight trigger warning?*
Two months. It's been two months since Lauren has last seen Camila. The younger girl doesn't answer her texts or calls, and she's never home when Lauren tries to speak to her.
The green eyed girl was currently sitting against the front door of Camila's apartment, her head dropped into her hands.
"Excuse me miss, is there something you need?" A voice asked.
Lauren looked up, meeting the warm blue eyes of a middle aged woman. "Uh, sorry. My friend lives here and I was just waiting for her."
The woman furrowed her brows, studying Lauren for a moment. "I know for a fact that you are not my friend, and that you may possibly be speaking about the young girl that use to live here."
Lauren's heart stopped for a second, a lump in her throat forming. "What do you mean, used to?" she asked, standing up.
The lady pursed her lips, looking at the ground for a moment. "The girl was found dead in her bathroom, an apparent overdose. Sad story, really."
Lauren's eyes were glassy as she choked back her tears that were threatening to spill out, the lump in her throat rising. Her hand came up over her mouth, a broken sob coming from her lips.
The blonde haired woman gently squeezed Lauren's forearm, a frown on her face. "I am deeply sorry."
The green eyed girl nodded, walking down the hall to the elevator. She was waiting for the woman to come running back to her, laughing saying it was a prank, but the woman never came back.
And neither did Camila.
A/N: hi look it's the end.
sorry for the depressing ending.
i truly am. but don't worry i'm working on a happy fic rn so don't panic
adios
-m
