I swear I know your face (but I don't know who you are)

chapter 23

The fingers played quickly the guitar strings and a sweet melody began to sound, caressing the person who held the instrument and all those who were in the room, as she continued to sing.

“I'm just a singer who already blew his shot, I get along with old timers cause my name's a reminder of a pop song people forgot.”

She could feel all eyes on her and despite the emotion that had not stopped caressing her throughout the day, she continued playing.

“And I can't keep a girl, no, cause as soon as the sun comes up, I cut 'em all loose and work's my excuse, but the truth is I can't open up...”

Her eyes stared at the figure who sat by her side and she smiled when she saw the blush on her cheeks at her words.

“But you don't wanna be high like me, never really knowing why like me, step off that roller coaster, all alone...”

She kept moving her fingers faster and swaying her head to the music that she was producing.

“You don't wanna ride the bus like this, trust like this, you don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing.”

Her eyes pointed on the people who were staring at her enchanted and this time her cheeks blushed. The fingers moved faster on the strings and when she prepared to open her mouth to sing the next verse, a sweet voice preceded her.

“So let it go, so let it be...” she sang staring into her eyes. “Why you don't be you and I be me.”

She smiled softly and sighed with happiness when a hot hand reached her cheek, a ring on the left.

«Everything is wrong... why you don't be you and I be me?” asked, tilting her head. ”And I be me...”

The room erupted in applause as soon as their lips met in a gentle kiss. She had never thought of being able to experience all that happiness and she was almost certain that by the end of the day, her heart would explode for the multitude of emotions.

Emotions that had appeared that morning.

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When Camila had imagined the day of her marriage, she had always planned to walk down the aisle on her father's arm, to see alejandro  hand over her hand in that of the person that Camila had decided to spend the rest of her life with. In her mind she had always painted a magnificent ceremony, perhaps a church and both parents crying excited, while her best man smiled encouragingly.

But eight years before a girl came into the diner where she worked and had screwed up all those plans. And despite her arrogance, her y/e/c eyes filled with pain and desperation, Camila had accepted that singular marriage proposal.

She was aware that things between her and y/n had not gone in the right way.

Camila knew that y/n had behaved badly towards her, disappearing for years and not even remembering the name of the woman she had married; she knew that y/n went to her gallery after six years and began to woo her with the typical arrogance of a rich woman who is used to have everything she wanted. But when she understood that Camila was not the kind of woman ready to take subdue from that kind of wealth and behavior, she had allowed her to know the real y/n. They spent some time together, they talked and Camila had not given anything more than she was willing to give her and y/n had not pushed to have nothing more than her company.

two years ago she would not even dream of being in a situation like that with anyone, much less with y/n, but there she was, looking at herself through the large mirror, wearing a simple blue dress that stopped above the knees, with a generous cleavage and her brown hair fell in curls over her shoulders.