Chasing Freedom

Truthful confessions and uncertain lies

A/N: Normally I would update on Wednesday, but I already finished the chapter early so I decided to post this sooner. The next update will be on Wednesday.

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Dinah POV:

I was at the cash desk picking up the bags of clothes that Camila just bought, while holding the sobbing Latina in my arms, keeping her standing on her legs. Her arms clutched onto me for dear life as her knees buckled below of her, making her too weak to stand up straight. I quickly dropped the bags on the ground to balance her, so she would not collapse on the ground.

"Shh... I am here," I tried to soothe her, caressing her tear stricken cheeks. "I am here, it will be okay" I reassured her, her body turning to fully meet my front, pushing her forehead against my shoulder.

She remained verbally unresponsive, apart from the tormenting sound of her cries, making me think she was elsewhere with her thoughts. She appeared to be preoccupied with emotions overwhelming her, enabling her to register anything at the moment. It was like she was completely out of the world dominated only by her own sadness and problems. She had no control over her actions, as her entire body was uncontrollably shaking because of the crying. Her breaths were slowly becoming tortured as her lungs were fighting for air, making her chest do jolting movements, resembling spasms.

It was agonizing to watch her go through so much pain and grieve, while there was nothing that I could do. All I could do was hold her soothingly, brushing her hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ears so it wouldn't bother her anymore. I hated to see her in this state, breaking me at the sight of it. It was a glimpse, of how broken she was, that I got to see at this very moment. It was infuriating to witness how someone so kindhearted could be carrying such a painful burden, going through an absolute hell. She didn't fucking deserve this, heck no one does.

"Please don't cry..." I begged her, kissing her gently on her temple. My eyes were wet with my own tears which were now running freely as her agony affected me to become emotional myself.

"Don't cry, please..." I implored her again. "It's going to be okay," I consoled her repeating the words almost a dozen times, for them to settle in.

"I am sorry, it is all my fault," Camila said while tears kept violently stream down her face.

"It is okay," I soothed, pulling her closer in my embrace and kissing her comfortingly on her forehead.

"No, it is not. God, I am just useless," she said while crying, even louder than before.

"Hey, don't you ever say that. You are amazing Chanco and don't you ever think any less of yourself," I rectified her, hopping she would believe it. It broke me knowing that she didn't see her worth because truth be told she was worth the world to me. She was always there for me when I was having a bad day and I wouldn't drop her when she was going through a tough time. No, I wouldn't fail her again and I will help her through whatever. She would do the same for me.

"You're right, sorry," she sadly whispered, her sobs finally dying down, slowly regaining her composure breath by breath.

"You're damn right I am right. I am always right," I told her playfully as I whipped away the remnants of her tears.

"Yeah, this time but don't let get it to your head," she smiled with glittering, red swollen eyes from crying.

"You okay, now?" I asked her, while I relaxed my grip on her, separating us so I could see her face completely.