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Nobody can tell the future without experiencing that future as the present. Nobody can know what the next day will consist of, nor will they think it'll be bad. Camila hadn't had a single day that was good until she met (Y/N). Sure, she's been successful in this career she calls her life now, but it never truly brought her the happiness she wished for. When she met (Y/N), her world changed. At first, she didn't know if that change was a good one. But later, she discovered a beautiful feeling in her heart– a feeling that motivated her love of music and her passion for writing. A feeling so beautiful that she had to remind herself to not take her accomplishments for granted and to praise the people who made her dreams possible. The young girl, although meeting all of these expectations set out for her, was determined to show love to the one person that showed her what happiness felt like. To show (Y/N) (Y/LN) that she really loved her.
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Flipping through page after page, you had raced through and read line after line of what seemed like an incredible novel. Your mind was picturing a series of vivid imagery for every word and every chapter. Currently, you were lounged adjacent to the headboard of the mattress you shared with your girlfriend, the Camila Cabello– the girl of your dreams. She was laying on her stomach at the foot of the bed, flipping through a novel of her own.
You had promised the younger brunette that you'd take the challenge of reading hard copies and take a break from any electronics, and ironically, it wasn't very difficult at all. In fact, you liked it this way. Every now and then, you'd fold an ear on the page you were currently reading at, peeking both of your eyes in the direction of the Cuban. You were in complete awe– admiring the pair of glasses that rested on her nose, and her hair strung up in a messy bun. You couldn't believe somebody like your girlfriend even existed– she was such a willing character and seemed to be so natural with anything you'd ask of her. Sure, a bit clumsy with the mention of sports, or anything physical of that matter (with the exception of one particular activity), but she was still a catch and everybody knew it. That's what made you a winner, a proud one because you had Camila's heart and she had your's.
Oblivious, Camila kept on at her reading, flipping a page as she adjusted the large binoculars on her face. She sniffled a bit at presumably an emotional scene, but hiding it to the best of her ability as she bookmarked it for later. She was in no mood to cry, although her curiosity was urging for her to continue.
"Baby," you cooed, a small giggle escaping your lips as you watched your girlfriend meet eyes with you. The latina responded with attentive ears and an adorable smile, lifting her body to crawl her way towards you. Comfortably, her body adjusted to fit at your side, her delicate arms slung across your waist while her head rested on your shoulder.
"How's that book? It's good, right? Hard copies are more authentic to me. Whatcha' think of it?" Camila asked, her voice a mixture of rasp and drowsiness.
You nodded in delight, tapping at the beautiful cover of the novel before setting it aside on the bedside table. "It's pretty good. I always knew hard copies were great, but I've never had the time to go out to the bookstore. It was just more convenient for me to purchase them online, I guess."
