Amnesia (Camren)

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I somehow feel like you guys are going to hate me for choosing this song, but how could I not?

Camila

"I can't believe you're leaving. This will be our last performance as a group. Are you sure there's no way I could persuade you to stay?" She husked into my ear as she spoke. It sent shivers down my spine and covered me in goosebumps. I sighed with a hint of sadness.

As much as I wanted to spend every possible moment with Lauren, I had to do this. It was my time to go. It's never easy when you realize every thing you had ever known was not where you belonged anymore. This wasn't my future. I wasn't meant to stand here with them like I had thought. And even if I tried to stay, it wouldn't ever feel right again. The dynamics between us had changed. We weren't the same people. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Over time...people were molded by life and ended up changing. Life was funny that way.

"You know I can't. It's too late. Unfortunately life has caught up to us, my love. It's time for me to spread my wings and hope to God I don't end up on my ass." Lauren gave me her infamous pouty face. It was hard to say no to her when she pulled this out of her arsenal. It was oh-so-adorable. "Don't look at me like that. You know it's too late to change everything."

A statement had been agreed upon and they were going to release it tonight, after the last Jingle Ball concert. Everything was in place. Fifth Harmony was going to continue on without me. I was going to be on my own, still a part of the same record label, just...Camila Cabello.

If it weren't for Lauren standing next to me, I would be such a mess right now. Somehow her presence was keeping all my emotions at bay. They were lingering, of course, and if she weren't here, they would come crashing down. A couple of weeks ago, this would have been different. She would have brought the storm and I would have suffocated under her presence.

But we somehow managed to find a balance and pull our heads out of our asses. If we had followed the road we were placed on, we would have reached this place in the road a long time ago. But no, we had to do it our own way. I mean, if we hadn't, we would have made it this far?

"I don't think you heard me. I said I love you. Doesn't that count?" Lauren followed me out into the kitchen where I put the box, full of all my things I had just packed.

"Do you know how many times you've said those words to me? How do you want me to react? Fall to my knees and cry? Sorry, but I'm not that kind of girl anymore." I walked over to the cabinets that held the few bowls and mugs Dinah and I kept for when we had family over.

"Goddamnit, Camila." As I reached for one of my favorites mugs, I heard Lauren's fist slam into the counter. The sound scared me and I ended up dropping the mug. It fell and broke into a few big pieces.

I started laughing uncontrollably as I looked at the broken pieces laying by my feet.

"What's so fucking funny? You broke a mug." Lauren's irritation with my sudden change in mood only made me laugh harder.

"I was going to tell you that I was tired of picking up the pieces and then the mug broke. Oh the irony." I struggled to let the words out in between the laughter that was forcing it's way out of my body.

I bent down to pick up the pieces, careful to not cut myself on the sharp edges.

"I don't want you to pick up the pieces, Camz. I'm not going to break anymore and neither will you. Because were going to make it out alive. You'll stay because we're going to fix ourselves." I heard her let out a sigh. The sound took me back to the day we first met, the day our paths intertwined and it was before we tore our worlds apart. We were young, naive and full of hope and dreams. We were fresh canvases, ready to be painted and made into masterpieces. But we lost that.