escape to paradise • camila cabello & you story

Chapter 6

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The faint sound of crickets filled your ears- it was the only sound, and the only sound you wanted besides the thoughts that rang in your head. The twinkling of the stars from outside your window had illuminated the night sky, easing you of your nerves and comforting you in silence. A small breeze swept through, your body shuddering at the sudden contact, but it felt good. It was an indication that you were still alive and breathing, and that you weren't totally stuck in a fantasy.

Well, it hasn't been much of a fantasy for these past few months, but who were you to complain? Living on a island that most people dreamt to visit for at least a day?

Things seemed to be back to normal. Not that you weren't hoping for it too, but you had to admit, having Camila by your side- who often checked up on you, was nice. It was rare to confide and befriend somebody like that. The latina had told you just a weeks ago that she had finally made up her mind and spoke to Shawn, and from what's been circulating around school, they were on good terms now. Frankly, you were happy for the both of them, but some part of you wished differently.

It's just.. you've never had somebody care for you the way Camila did. You certainly weren't declaring any sort of 'love' for the younger girl, the mere thought that she could reciprocate feelings in that way seemed too out of reach. You felt that'd be a bit daunting for her taste, being that she's a girl and you're a girl, and under those circumstances, you could understand caution if a scenario like this were actual reality.

But it wasn't.

You were convinced that the only reason Camila did what she did was was out of pity, and not of genuine concern. You couldn't help but pity yourself. The thought came like a natural habit, and if you could turn it off like a switch, you would. Part of you didn't care- a facade to prevent you from believing in false hope that'd transpire in your heart.

Some people would probably say, "(Y/N), now you're just being silly."

No, not really. The correct term that'd suit your thoughts would lean more towards doubtful.

You sighed quietly to myself, clasping your hands together to place under your head to act as a small cushion. Your eyes wandered about, peering at the hovering fan swirling in a continuous spiral- the air hitting you square in the face, sending a sense of relief wash over your body. Strands of your hair brushed quietly against your cool skin, but you weren't bothered to push them aside.

You took this opportunity to think.

Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you decided to pull your knees closer to your chest, rolling on your side comfortably as the side of your face dug into the pillow beneath you.

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"No, no. You hold the ball like this, kiddo. See?" Your dad exclaimed, jogging to your side. His hands were held out in front of his body, creating a space between his two index fingers and thumbs so that they'd form a diamond in the very center.

The younger version of yourself mimicked it, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you attempted to understand the purpose of the shape. "Why exactly does it matter how you catch a football?" You had asked, your eyes wandering over to peer at the older man.