forever

one.

your POV

at the sound of a light tap on my window I quickly turn my head. my eyes land on a smiling Camila pointing to the lock. a feeling of happiness and familiarity warms my chest as I open it and watch her crawl through.

her cold fingers find there way to my face as she strokes my cheek lightly.

I stare into the brown eyes that I fell in love with. and continue to fall for. those eyes make me feel at home. they make me feel as if it's just us two against the world.

"what are you doing here? it's late"

Camila smiles at me and parts her lips, just as she was about to speak-

"who are you talking to"

my roommates voice echoes through the small apartment.

"no one Dinah" I scream back.

I focus my eyes back on mila and she nods her head towards my bed.

as we both lay down Camila looks at me adoringly. that look makes me feel whole. it makes me believe in the cliche quote "I can't live without you".

"you should sleep" Camila whispers, almost inaudible.

my eyes start to close and that feeling of comfort takes over me.

knowing Camila was right next to me. to keep me safe.

the last thing I see is her smile before sleep takes over my body.

-

a loud bird chirp wakes me up abruptly. I look over to see Camila not there. she must have went home.

I look at my window to find it open still. my sore legs carry me off of my bed and over to it.

I look outside for a moment before gripping my hands against it and pulling it down. once again locking it.

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder so I turn around.

"wanna go out today?" Dinah questions.

I look back at the old window as I answer. "okay, I'll get dressed".

after a quick shower I choose to wear a hoodie. Camila's hoodie. I hug it tight against my chest before slipping it on.

looking in the mirror I notice dark circles under my eyes and a few veins peeking through the skin on my cheeks.

sometimes being a teenager sucks.

- - -

"how are you"

I look to my side at Dinah.

she had a concerned look on her face. I furrow my eyebrows and look at the mall floor.

although I feel confused, I respond a quick "I'm okay".

she nods and looks at the ground almost as if she was debating something.

"hey Dinah?"

she stares at me with furrowed eyebrows. I part my lips and think of how to word my statement.

"I think I want to start writing again"