"You okay?" He asked as Kris walked out of the room and for a minute we were alone.
Right here and now I could let myself go, I didn't have to be afraid. I could let the mask fall, let the facade stop for a little while and drop the weight I had been carrying.
With Cam I could rest and not have to worry about being judged. I was safe here. And right now I needed this safe haven more than ever.
"Yeah." I whispered, leaning over to let my head rest on his shoulder. "I'm just so tired Cam." I told him as my eyes drifted shut. "So tired of hurting."
"Shh..." He whispered as he ran his hands through my hair softly. "Sleep Meg, I'll keep the pain away for a while okay?"
It was comforting to feel his hands massaging my scalp and know that he would never let me down.
It was nice to be able to admit that I wasn't okay and know that Cam would be there for me no matter what happened.
Because right now I needed a friend to confide in and hold onto more than I wanted to admit.
I nodded sleepily. "Yeah. And Cam?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you, for everything."
And just like that, I was out like a light.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
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