The Fading Girl// Cameron Dallas

EIGHT

JUILIETTE'S POV
It had been days since I finally told Cameron about my cancer he's been calling, emailing, texting, every possible way he's tried getting a hold of me but I'm to scared to face him so I just ignore him and I feel so horrible...physically and mentally I feel as if I had let him down in some sort of way I was currently sitting in bed with my knees curled up to my chest and continuing to write my essay or at least attempt to.

An hour had passed and during that time Nash came to visit me I feel like he's the only one I can talk to about this Nash sat across from me as I sat with my legs crossed and my back hunched over I was fiddling with my thumbs afraid to ask how camerons been 'how is he?' I finally asked after fighting g myself to say it Nash lets out a sigh before answering "worried...confused...lost... He's been trying to get ahold of you why haven't you answered?"

There it is! The question I had been dreading him to ask cause I had no great answer except the fact I'm a coward and don't wanna face him 'I'm scared to face him...after all I did tell him on the night when he was happy and had great news as I had death defying news literally' I say looking down at my hands.

I see Nashs hand rest on my knee "at least you told him instead of keeping it from him" I just let out a slight chuckle I look up with glossy eyes and tears threat I g to spill out 'what if I'm not here when he's made his first book' Nash quickly brings me into his arms hugging me tight "you will don't say that" he informs me  we let go and he holds both of my hands tightly "I think it's time you talk with him" I sniff up my runny nose shaking my head 'not now...I can't tomorrow I'll do it'

A/N: yes I know short chapter but the next one will be longer I promise. Vote, feedback!!