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Chapter Twenty-Nine (Part One)

           

A/n: Super short but I hope this ties you guys over until I can spit out a part two <3
P.S picture Jesse Williams when you picture Donte. That's who I had in mind :)

Love you all

-Chantelle

    Dinah was a saint. She really was.

   "Chh-Cheechee? Can y-you come get m-me, ple-please? I was wrong- I can't do this today." As soon as she heard Camila's hiccupped plea over the phone, the Polynesian made her way from her Economics class, directly to her car as she kept the young doctor on the line.

  "Of course, Chancho, what's happening over there?" Dinah asked concerned as she typed a message to Normani and Ally with Camila on speaker.

   "Eve-everywhere I turn something reminds me of her, and I, I can't st-stop myself from crying each time I think of her face, her ey-eyes, Dinah. It hurts." The small Latina cried through the phone as she brought her knees into her chest. She was currently sitting in one of the comfier chairs in the lobby, hoping that this would make her journey home faster by not making Dinah wait for her. But truthfully, all Camila wanted to do was curl into herself and drown in the smell of Lauren's Calvin Clein perfume until the day she came home. She didn't want to be Doctor Cabello. Not when the love of her life was overseas battling some unknown evil.

   "Make it stop, please." Dinah heard Camila's whispered plea as she puts the car in drive and does her best not to get choked up at just how defeated she sounds. The Polynesian knew this would happen. She knew solely from the way the slightly older brunette crumpled in her arms earlier that morning. She knew it yesterday when they watched her play with Jax in the apartment she now shared with Lauren. And Dinah knew she'd fall to pieces the night Camila called her and gushed about her and the lieutenant's first kiss. It wasn't that she regretted getting them together, because let's face it, she was the Captain of that ship for a reason and she wasn't about to abandon it; but she just wished that Lauren had gotten the time home that she was promised. However, Dinah was also smart enough to know that Camila would've ended up this way even if Lauren had left two weeks later. It was inevitable.

   "I'm on my way Mila, just sit tight okay?"

  "Okay.." It's hushed and Camila can feel her insides caving in as she buried her head between her knees in search of some relief as she heard the dial tone come through. She wasn't lying when she said that every time she turned around something would remind her of her green-eyed lieutenant- who wouldn't be waiting at home for her with open arms for the first time since they've gotten together. Whether it was coffee or a child with the same emerald tint to their blue irises, Camila saw Lauren everywhere. Even behind her eyelids.

   It had to be her anxiety, it had to be. She hadn't taken any medication since her and Lauren started dating because truthfully, she hadn't felt all that anxious with the lieutenant's arms around her each night. But now- now the symptoms where having their way with her mind and seducing her into a poisonous tango. Her chest was tight and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because with that last kiss, Lauren had taken what was left of her breath away. Her hands were shaking and she deemed it to be because only a few hours ago, they were pieced together with those of her marine. Her eyes are bloodshot and tear-filled and she knows- she's certain it's because they haven't drowned themselves in emerald pools for far too long. The sobs were causing her upper body to convulse every now and again, and Camila just wanted it to end. She wanted to be able to wake up in bed the next morning and roll over into her lieutenant's arms and pray that it had all been some sort of sick joke. A horrible and debilitating nightmare. But she knew otherwise and somehow, that made her all the more nauseous.