hold me tight or don't

chapter 2: my unconfined heart, the caged butterfly.

She awakens.

In the first time in years she thinks she might be alive, reincarnated, reborn not to be Camila but to be someone new. Only disappointment fills her when she realises that the place she has awoken into, isn't the place she is familiar with.

She remembers she is a girl who was once alive, only Camila feels distant like she's capsized underwater. Submerged while everything is disoriented, among the waves that crash into her and mixed signals that tell her between life and death.

She hears a voice. It speaks, a woman.

"Who are you talking about?" The voice asks, Camila concentrates, she's beginning to hear clearly.

Another voice joins.

"The guy you had a date with, come on Y/N, don't play dumb with me. You told me you had a date with the editor."

"Oh, Brian? Yeah, it wasn't actually a date we just went out for dinner to talk about this article he was writing and then we left, nothing happened."

"Are you sure?"

Camila blinks. She feels out of place, like she's just a misty figure. Things come into view, objects and Camila notices them immediately take into shape of a kitchen. The two figures become clearer, one is drinking a glass of wine by a marble counter and the other is turning towards some stairs.

The one turning towards the stairs speaks again, gaining both Camila's attention and curiosity. "Careful, you sound jealous."

The girl scoffs, sipping on her wine. She doesn't say anything back. Camila stares in wonder.

The place is unfamiliar yet so familiar. It's almost as if she knows where this place is when she does a full inspection of it.

Other than the dusty house it was over the months of the apartment boulevard that Camila used to live in has become lifeless. The deaths meant nothing, coming out as a figure rather than a report.

They had refurbished the place into a house. A two story house with a library and also a basement that included the new furnace. They changed the entire plot of land to sell it to two girls who were just willing to live with each other while they had enough money to buy houses of their own.

The reputation of the place had changed from gnarly building that burnt from a fire, to a newly built plot of land for investors. The whole thing from top the bottom being scraped for new usage, the old name of Camila Cabello, forgotten like she would forget her old house.

Camila didn't know what to feel, she whisked around without being noticed. Casting a shadow but never was noticed like a person, almost like... a ghost.

Over countless days Camila wondered what she was doing, walking through walls and tripping through things without a sound, managing to get away with pushing a vase and moving a rug. She didn't understand how she did it or how it worked, she just knew she was ghostly figure that was looking into the lives of these two girls.

"Y/N!" Lucy yells out, she's in front of a room which looks like a storage cabinet. Camila stares at her push the lock until it comes undone, soon the figure of Y/N joins, looking at the door and then Lucy in wonder.

"What's up?"

"What do you think is in here?"

My possessions.