Together

Chapter 19

(Up above is what Camila's note looked like, just so you have a visual. By the way, I made that note so that's my handwriting. I think it fits.)

I yawn loudly, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. I glance down to the time on the broken radio: 5:43 am. I've been driving non-stop since yesterday morning when I found out about Camila. A restaurant catches my eyes and I feel my stomach rumble so much it hurts. Reluctantly, I pull into the parking lot for the restaurant.

I park in a spot, leaning back against my seat to relax for the first time since I lost Camila. Although I'd rather have Camila here, I'm glad that our last moment together was a romantic one and not one where we were fighting about stupid little details. Fighting is a waste of time and I'm glad Camila and I only fight once and a while.

The memory of us dancing two nights ago has seemed to burn itself into my mind. I remember the last lyric that we listened to and I'm sure that lyric jinxed us: "Even when we try so hard for that perfect kind of love, it could all fall apart." Anger boils in my blood as I think about what Harry and Louis's bosses could be doing to Camila. I hate them so much and I don't even know their names.

Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself down but all my mind can think about is my Camila being miserable, locked up, and alone. All I want to do is hold my love and make sure she is okay and happy. My rage at 'the other guys' makes its way to my fingers and I feel my hands ball into fists. Before I know it, they are banging themselves against the radio again. I punch and punch at the radio as if it is Harry and Louis's bosses faces.

I take another deep breath, slowly pulling my hands away from the radio when I hear the trickle of music flowing from it again. Apparently, hitting something again fixes everything. But when I hear the lyrics of the music, I find my heart beginning to sink into my stomach, leaving a trail of misery behind it, burning at my chest.

"When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the night sky or a beautiful sunrise. T—" The radio sings, reminding me of the early morning Camila and I shared on the balcony while watching the sunrise. The way her eyes sparkled with love after we kissed has burned its way into my mind, forever reminding me what I'm fighting for.

"No way," I mumble to myself while pressing the black button on the bottom of the radio to change the station.

The radio flickers on again, starting a different song this time. "Waking up to kiss you and nobody's there, the smell of your perfume still stuck in the air. It's h—" I immediately change the station as the lyrics hit too close to home and the scent of oranges still lingers in my nostrils.

"— wherever," the radio sings, making me think that this song is alright until the words start again. "I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home. I j—"

"Okay then," I mutter, hitting the radio again to turn it off. It sputters music before squealing off again. "The damn radio is against me." I run my fingers over my now bruised knuckles, frowning at them with sad eyes.

I let silence fill the empty car and my heart. Sighing, I shake my head as I feel the stinging sensation of tears in my eyes again. I wipe them away, gazing out the window at the dark, cloudy sky. It's as if the whole world is feeling down from the loss of Camila. Rain starts to trickle down from the heavy clouds, causing my heart to fall with them.

A rumbling sound and pain from my stomach interrupts my thoughts, pulling them back to the same messed up reality. The rain becomes heavier and I pull on my hood, Camila's scent of oranges becoming more vibrant as I pull the cloth closer. I zip up the jacket, pulling the keys out of the car and stuffing them into the jacket pocket, not thinking twice to feel around for my wallet.