Passions Of Learning // Camren (Converted)

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They are sitting at the dining table, Camila and her father, with the bright thin ray of sun and sky beside them. He is asking her about her school and how she likes it. She answers in monosyllables. Dinah goes out to the bakery to get bread loaves and buns and flowers from the florist. She is a good girl who doesn’t interfere in anything. She knows her work. Has she no feelings? Camila never asked her.

After what seems ages she decides to go for a walk on the sand. She thinks, ‘sometimes a moment can change your course of life.’

The wind hisses. Camila identifies this rain bearing wind, blowing across from the southwest. The dark clouds too scud across the sky threatening rain. ‘The rains have arrived’ she tells aloud. The sea has risen and is full of life. The angry waves spew saline foam mixed with froth, mordant and sallow. She sees pyramid like sand dunes on the horizon. It is just an illusion. Slowly the patterns change and now the horizon is like a ribbon. She yells and the wind caries her voice away.  She feels good. The sea is her rescuer. She can do anything to the sea, shout, yell, abuse, cry and seek comfort too.

At night, a thunder booms through the sky. There are no stars tonight. It rains heavily and the smell of earth and sea pervades her room, a frog croaks in the distance.

Dinah is cleaning the table. She folds the napkins and leaves a jug of water on the table.

Camila’s eyes are sad. But there is no one to see her eyes. She remembers the pebble, goes to the cupboard and takes out the small bottle, unscrews its cap and takes out the stone. She remembers the day when Lauren had left it on the table and in the afternoon at four the sunlight had peeped in through the window, falling on the pebble, lighting it bright. She had preserved it in a small bottle.

Tears prick her eyelids. Everything is blurred. ‘She could have told me, she could have said the tuition is all over or that she is going away. She could have ended it properly. Why did she do this to me?’ But now there are continents and centuries between her and Lauren. Tears stream down her cheeks. The wind howls outside. She lifts the pebble slowly to her lips.

Well, that was sad.
But like i said, charming. I am going to admit it - i loved this story, even if it was so sad. I guess Lauren didn't feel anything for Camila at all, or, maybe she didn't say anything before leaving because she was in love with her and wanted to forget her?! Only the talented author knows the truth...

Anyway, i am going to be posting more converted camren stories, so stay tuned!♡