Heart Of Gold

08| Wait On Me

💐بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم💐

(In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful)

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So let's build a bridge, yeah

From your side to mine

I'll be the one to cross over

Just tell me it's not the end of the line.

- Olly Murs♡

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Camila's P.O.V.

Another two weeks have passed.

Another two weeks of constant harrassment.

Anogher two weeks of heartache and grief.

Another two weeks of rarely seeing Shawn, who has been busy doing whatever.

I kind of feel like I've distanced myself a little from him, Hailee and Sofia, but stayed tight with Sabrina. Because I know that she feels equally as done wrong and hurt as me because nobody's bothering to tell her what's going on as well.

Shawn and I have barely kept in touch these past two weeks. I mean, during the first week, we rarely saw each other or texted. Just simple "good morning"'s and "sleep tight"'s. But during the second the week, we haven't talked or seen each other at all. I even thought about texting him yesterday and asking how he was doing, but I retreated, thinking that he probably wouldn't respond.

I don't know, really, but I think the talk we had prior about his whereabouts might've affected us in someway.

Just after everyone headed home that night when we were at the studio, I spoke to Shawn about how I think that something is going on with him and how Sabrina is suspecting something too. I asked what this so-called 'business' was about and he told me that it was nothing and that there wasn't anything going on. But I didn't buy it, I sensed that he was lying to me and pressured him into telling me what was going on.

In the end of it all, he just shook his head at me and stormed out of the place, leaving me there confused. I swear, I was so mad, I nearly punched the wall. Why was he lying to me and what is he hiding?

When I look back it, I laugh at myself. Not even two weeks together and we're already picking fights.

Even when we did hang out with the others afterwards, which would rarely happen, we wouldn't interact much which was really awkward, not just for the two of us, but for the others as well. Hell, I don't even remember the last time we kissed!

I seriously thought that being with him would change things up a bit for me, make me happier and give me real purpose to live for. I thought that being with him would heal me. But it turns out that I was wrong in someway.

And it's not just because of the little fight we had a couple weeks ago; that just made it a lot less... meaningful in someway. I just feel like something is missing, but I can't put my finger on what it is.