Heart Of Gold

11| I'm A Ruin

💐بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم💐

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

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I'm in need of a saviour

But I'm not asking for favors

My whole life I felt like a burden

I think too much and I hate it

I'm so used to being in the wrong

I'm tired of caring

Loving never gave me a home

So I sit here in the silence.

- Marshmello & Khalid♡

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Camila's P.O.V.

The sky outside begins to cloud up as the sound of light thunder rumbles every now and then. It's definitely going to rain today, but it's no surprise, really, it's been raining all week, actually. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I love the rain.

Not long after, raindrops begin to trickle one after the other down the glass of the window of the café I'm in. I stare down at the glass of chocolate banana milkshake in my hand and stir it a little with the straw as I lean back against the chair and cross my left leg over my right one.

"So," I start, not taking my eyes off of my milkshake. "you said you were into music, right?" I ask Alessia, who's sitting across from me, and she smiles and nods.

"It's been something I loved for a really long time, really," She explains. "I used to watch my dad play guitar when I was younger and... I don't know," She shrugs, smiling. "I just got really mesmerized by it and wanted to know more, therefore, developed a liking for this art."

"And have you ever considered starting a career in music?" I ask her and she shrugs. "Well, I thought about it and I really do want to pursue it, but I'm just..." She shrugs again as she stirs her latté with a spoon. "scared, I guess."

I furrow my eyesbrows as I take a sip of my milkshake. "Scared of what?"

Alessia sighs before looking up at me again. "Scared of failing." She states. "I mean, for God's sake, who knows if I'm actually gonna make it in music or if I'm just gonna end up struggling and broke?"

I place my milkshake on the table as I shake my head at her. "Don't say that," I tell her. "you are not going to fail in music, Alessia, I'm sure of it."

"And how are you so sure about that?" She snorts. "I mean, you haven't even heard me play."

"Well, I'd love to hear you play sometime, and by 'sometime', I mean today, if you're free." I tell her and she looks away from me. "I mean, I'm not really doing anything today, but I don't know..."

"Come on! I'm sure you're amazing! And I've never had a musician friend before! It'd be cool to finally have one!" I try to encourage her. "I mean, you have Muffin Boy." Alessia smiles, reminding me that Shawn does play a little guitar as well. He told me that he did that day when he first took me to the cliff, but I've never actually heard him play before.