it takes a bit more than you

one

[ note: this one's more based off of the lyric
mentioned in the title than the song itself.
hope y'all like this one,, it's highkey shitty ]

“Goddamn it!”

You overheard glass shattering at Camila's bedroom. Immediately rushing over to see what happened to cause such commotion when it was so late at night. Upon seeing the view before your eyes, there was Camila who was on the floor as she rested her back on the wall. Across the room was what you suspected to be reason of the glass shattering, the shards weren't scattered much so you made your way over to Camila first to check on her.

You bent to her level. She had tears streaming down her cheek, her breathing was uneven and it looked like she wasn't going to stop any sooner. You pulled her into your embrace and she tightly held on to your shirt, crying noiselessly on your chest.

“You want to talk about it?” you asked, finally sitting beside her and she lets go of you.

You handed her a clean handkerchief from your pocket. She took it and wiped the tears off her face, but her tears just kept on coming. There was never once a time that you've seen her look so broken and fragile, they were opposing emotions now that you never knew she could have. She had that light in her eyes that nobody thought could fade away. But now you figured they were wrong because you were seeing a completely different side of Camila.

“We broke up,” she choked on her own words. “I can't believe it. D-Do you believe it? We broke up. I'm so pathetic. It happened a month ago. I—”

Then, she broke out in tears again. You pulled her closer to your side, wrapping one arm around her shoulders just to let her physically know that you wouldn't be leaving unless she was safe and sound and stable on her own. Her head rested to your shoulder and one of her hands were clasped onto your shirt as if holding on for her dear life. The pain radiated so much from her, that it was in fact a disbelief.

“Is that why both of you were so distant from each other the past month?” you asked, recalling them saying they were arguing but maybe the truth was that they did argue but it ended so quick that it also ended their one year of relationship together.

You felt her nod. “Y-Yes. I miss her, you—you know? She was once my everything.”

“But now,” she continued.  “We're nothing.”

“I'm sorry,” you've managed to tell her when you had no other words to spare to offer her the comfort she deserved. It broke your heart to see her in such state that you would've done anything in the world to make it disappear. Hearing her voice crack while she talked, seeing her tears roll down her face, having her shaking in your embrace weren't ideal but you knew to yourself that you were all that she had at that moment. So you took the chance to be there, at least physically.

“It's okay. It's not your fault. It's—It's mine,” she stuttered, her hand still clutching to your shirt but you paid it no mind.

“Howcome?” You thought that maybe the agony would only go away once she started talking it out to you, by telling how it all started for it to end up the way it did a month ago.

“I don't know. I wasn't enough, I guess?” She chuckled. “It's f-funny. She made me feel everything. She m-made me feel like I was more than just enough. But maybe I wasn't the right one. Not for her. It felt so good. To be with her. So so so pure, just to be with her. But something happened.”

“What happened?” you asked, not knowing whether were you interested to know or because you cared about her more than you should've let yourself on.

“One day, she decided that I wasn't the one for her.”

It took some time to stop her from crying that night, you weren't an expert when it came to words so you mostly sat down with her the whole evening to calm her down. Until then, finally she fell asleep in your arms and you had to carry her to bed to make her sleep more comfortable than it would've been with you. You cleaned up the mess she made, glad enough that her parents weren't home to witness it like you had.