the three of us {chim}

Piece 118

Cheryl's POV

It seems as though her angel wings are ready to fly but me heart isn't.  Camille is the reason for everything I do.  She's the reason that I wake up in the morning, go to me job, anticipate to come home, and go to sleep at night just so I can see her face again in the morning.  She's the reason I smile, laugh, love, breathe, live.  I can't live me life without Camille standing by me side.  I'd be lying if I said losing Camille is something I could handle.

Picturing Camille not in me life makes us feel sick.  I lost her once and it took me years to even attempt to recover from that.  I will not lose her again.  Even if I had to rid me own life to save hers, I would do it.  Camille's journey is not over.  She still has yet to find her true love, she needs to experience more, make new friends through her years, continue to create her music.

Kimberley isn't much better than I am.  She's losing her mind and it is killing us inside.  I want to see Kimberley smile and be happy.  To see her devastated beyond imagination brings us six feet under ground.  Kimberley hasn't moved from her spot next to Camille's bed.  She's now laying her head down on the bed with her hand on our daughter's.

Sara left an hour ago.  She went back to her house, which she awkwardly told us.  Honestly, a weight lifted off me shoulders when she walked out the door.  Now, the lights are out in the room and the only light is from the corridor and the moon.  Camille hasn't had any change and the tube in her mouth is still helping her to breathe.

"Kimba, baby," I whisper as I run me fingers through her hair.  She seems to be waking up and her eyelids flutter open.  I wish I could offer a smile like usual but our situation isn't one for smiling.

"Go lay down on the couch, babe." I tell her and rub her back as she nods her head.  I walk her to the sofa and kiss her cheek to help her feel settled.  When she's asleep once again, I kiss her lips and then take over her spot next to Camille.  I put me arm on the side of her bed and lay me head down.  I grab her hand, wishing it was warm and soft like usual.

"Hi, baby," I mutter to Camille as I stare at her closed eyes.  I see a throwback of her eyes glimmering in the sunset of Marseille.  Those eyes send a rush of love into me veins like no other.

"Usually, I'd be cuddled up next to you before bedtime.  You'd be all over us, listening to me heartbeat, like usual.  We would be having our normal silly, meaningless chats.  But they're not meaningless when I look back.  I remember everything you say, every story you tell, every corny joke you crack." I giggle to meself as I remember some of her jokes "You're so silly sometimes.  You don't even know how funny you are.  No one has ever made us laugh more than you have." I got emotional and me voice cracked as a result of it.  I silently sob into me arm and squeeze me daughter's hand tighter.  I lift me head up and look away from her, needing to clear me mind from the negative thoughts.  I catch a glimpse of the evidence bag of Camille's clothes from the police and reach over to grab it.  I pull out her hoodie and hold it up, not seeing any significant blood stains or any dirt from the accident.

I slip the hoodie on and pull it over me head.  The scent of Camille fills me nose and I feel at home.  I wrap me arms around me body and slump back in the cushioned seat.  I can almost feel her arms wrapped around us like they usually are.  I would do anything to wholly feel that feeling in this moment.

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Kimberley's POV

I wake up on the couch in the corner of Camille's hospital room.  I can tell that it was a short sleep because of my lack of dreams.  The sun shines through the curtains of the tall windows.  I peer over towards Camille and see Cheryl sleeping in the chair with our daughter's hoodie on.  Camille is still unconscious and my heart has let it fully sink in.