one month to live ➼ camren

one month to live

camila squints her eyes as she stares at the empty space next to her, her hands blindly feeling the other side of the bed. she grips on the white sheets tightly before letting it go. she wills herself not to cry, though she knows she would. tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.

it was currently 4 am in the morning, and her wife had not come back yet from her alleged office party. camila isn't a clingy wife, though this wasn't the first time that something like this happened. it had been occurring for the past 7 months; lauren would return home well after her godly hours, silently slipping into bed without changing her clothes.

lauren would always have her back turned on camila, not bothering to give her the usual kiss they both shared in the beginning of their marriage. the two have been married for two years, straight out of college. but then, the honeymoon phase had altered before lauren had turned to her new ways.

camila, however, trusted her. she was her wife, meant to be together through health and illness. they had made vows, after all. though, camila wasn't credulous. she had known from the day lauren came home with the scent of an unfamiliar perfume mixed with the cologne that she was lost to her.

yet, camila always did her best to not show her hurt feelings. all couples go through ups and downs, right?

camila hears the noise of her front door opening, the sound of creaking ringing throughout their apartment. camila turned to the wall, trying to calm her tears. but she knew that no matter how much she'd try, it would be no avail.

lauren enters the room, her head hung low, her hair disheveled, and her clothes disoriented. camila felt a pair of eyes land on her, yet she made no movement, like she always does. but instead of entering the room like lauren always did, she shut the door, leaving camila alone once again. silent tears falls down her cheeks, her bottom lip was now trembling. a cough racks through her body as she shivers and pulls up the blankets, covering her shoulder.

it's gonna be alright, she reminded herself. it's gonna get better, you know it will.

though, that's what she had said last time.

———

she wakes up 3 hours later, finding a note on the fridge addressed to her. her fingers shake as she removes the note from the fridge. in a quick, messy handwriting, it had said:

we need to talk.

-lauren

———

camila hurried back home from work with a bag of groceries at hand. she enters the apartment, closing the door behind her with her right foot. she then rushes to the kitchen and immediately turns the stove on.

she then begins boiling the water and heating the sauce before straining the spaghetti. her mind tells her to solely focus on the process of cooking, but she couldn't help but think of what was about to occur later that evening.

an accidental touch of the pot burns her skin, causing a red mark to immediately appear. camila quickly runs the burn under a cold stream of water from the sink faucet. putting the boiling water in simmering mode, she absent-mindedly begins cutting the chicken when her mind wanders of to the past.

"camz," lauren started. "so, i've been thinking lately..."

lauren stared at the ground, rubbing her feet together shyly. "we've been dating each other for two and a half years now, and we've known each other for four. i know it's too early," she stops, trying to avoid eye contact with her girlfriend. "a-actually... nevermind... forget i said anything,"