{Camila Cabello}
One of my favorite things about Florida is the beach. My house is on the coast and I always love running in the sand. Feeling the sea splash my ankles. Letting my toes get covered in sand. The smell of saltwater.
It was all so beautiful. Today though I sat on the beach. No running just sitting and thinking, mostly about Dinah Jane. Theres some vital piece of information Im missing. I know it. I remember vaguely being carried in her arms. I remember someone saying kill it. Thats it. I need to know the rest though. Why I was there. What I was doing. Why was she there?
Dinah Jane is the most reaccuring nightmare and dream. Its like Beyonces song. Are you a sweet dream? Or a beautiful nightmare? I have reason to believe shes a beautiful nightmare. For her wild mane of hair, her scary energy she amits like you have reason to believe she has murdered someone, for the untameable beauty that is her eyes her hair and all parts that make up Dinah Jane.
When I hear someone plop down beside me I am almost positive its Lauren. She doesnt live that far away and always comes out when she sees me on the beach. I neastl into her arms and I feel an arm wrap around me. Long fingers rubbing my back.
Too long of fingers.
Black leather.
Blood. Honeysuckle.
I gasp and move away from Dinah. She raises her eyebrow slightly. "Something wrong?"
"Just thought you were Lauren."
Dinah gives a curt nod and leans back in the sand, propping herself up on her elbows. Beautiful hair ruffled in the wind. She has taken off her leather jacket at has on a black crop top with a tie in the front that says Boss in gold and high waisted jean shorts. Showing off her incredicble build. Lean legs, a stomach of abs, slight curves of mucle in her arms.
She notices me starring and I blush hard. Averting my eyes back to the water. "Dinah?"
"Mmm?"
"Why did you leave me back in Freshman year? Im not sure what happened. 3 years ago you were my beautiful girlfriend and then I have visions of painful red. Why did you oeave me?"
Her muscles stiffen and I can see her nails curl. "Karla-"
"Camila."
She ignores my correction. "Karla somethings you dont understand but will in the futrue. It takes time Luna."
I shiver at the memories that flood me at hearing the nickname again. When she wasnt calling me Karla she called me Luna. She had explained it meant the moon and the moon was the most mysterious yet beautiful thing in the world in her eyes. And that I was the moon of her life.
"Karla?"
Its midnight on a beach. The exact beach I sit on now. The moon is up and full. Glowing with its brilliant silvery rays. So unlike the sun. Whereas it is the light in the darkness when the sun is the brightness is daylight.
Dinah has her hand on mine. Her baseball cap covering most of her big brown eyes. Her lips are curved upward in a small smile. A rose lies beside our hands. Fireflies dance around us, casting golden lights.
"Yes Dinah?"
"I love you."
It was the first time she had ever said the words. And I knew more than anything that love was a difficult thing in her life. To say she lovedd me was like saying she trusted me with the souls of her family. It meant the world to her.
"I love you." I whisper.
The words are on her lips as our first kiss sinks in. Her lips moving on mine as if it had already happened. They fit like two puzzel pieces. Perfection written in the stars. It was simoly the best night of my life.
"Luna." She says rubbing my hand.
I raise an eyebrow and she smiles. "Look at the sky, what do you see?"
When I looked up I saw a billion stars. A billion possibilities. A world of fire and ice, blended together and living in perfect harmony, as if not to disrupt peace. But like it was the simole factor of being opposites that made peace.
"Stars. The moon."
Dinah smiles. "The moon. Its so beautiful. Shinning down a light to those who wander the darkness, lost. Luna is another word for moon. Your my moon Karla. I was lost, wandering the oblivion alone and clueless. Then you rose up with your shinning light and I wasnt lost. I wasnt afraid. Your my Luna."
"Dont call me Luna." I tell Dinah sternly. "Im not Luna Im Camila. And I have a girlfriend."
"Yes yes the famous Jauregui." She leans in, her breath of mint skipping across my skin. "But no matter whos girl you are you will always be my Luna. You will always belong with me as I belong with you."
"Dont talk like that. Im in love with Lauren."
Her eyes seem to boil at the word love. She leans back again and her muscles release. "What is does the word love mean to you?"
"To care for someone twice as much as you do yourself. To daydream about them and to listen and watch everything they say and do. Especially their mistakes because those tell the unwritten story that is often the most helpful when telling you what that person is like."
Dinah smiles. "You always were a bit of a braniac eh Karla?"
I give a chuckle. "I still find it funny how you can be serious one moment and cracking jokes the next."
She winks. "I think its because I fell in love."
My throat seems to dry and I swallow hard. "You to,d me once you didnt know what love was. And you promised youd tell me your story."
"Your memory serves you well Luna."
"Well?"
She hesitates then stands. "Maybe this was a mistake. Coming back here. I know you Karla, and I know people. They all want to know the dirt on you and then they leave you. They strip you emotionally naked and vulnerable then they leave you. And it hurts Karla."
Something sparkles in her eyes. A long held in saddness? Regret? Guilt?
"Dinah you know I would never-"
"But you made it obvious youve changed. So maybe I dont know you that well."
She begins to walk off but something reckless inside me bursts. I lunge forward and grab her, pulling her into a small kiss before sighing.
"Can we just start over?"
Her smile returns. "One day Luna, one day."
