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Epilogue

A/N: Comment as you read, yeah? For old times sakes. 

I was staring into Max’s disgusting eyes. He was laughing as he pointed a gun behind him, where Harry was sitting. The gun went off, and I watched in slow motion as the bullet hit Harry right in the forehead. The light in Harry’s eyes went out, and I screamed.

My whole body was shaking as I kept shouting at Harry to wake up. My chest ached at the sight.

“Wake up, Cami,” someone yelled.

But my body just kept shaking. Something cold hit my face, and I jerked up, opening my eyes. Above me, I could see Ludmilla with tangled hair only dressed in her jammies. She hugged me tight, as I began to weep.

“It was just a dream,” she muttered. “It wasn’t real.”

I leaned against her, my body covered with beads of sweat, my breathing shallow, and tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Shhh,” she muttered, cradling me in her arms. Her touch calmed me down slightly, and as my heartbeat slowed and my breathing returned to normal, I felt calmer. I sniffed a couple of times, pulling back to look at Ludmilla.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “It must be tiring to keep waking me up like that.”

She frowned, studying me with a worried look. “It’s been two weeks, Cami. These are worse than when we were small…” She met my eyes. “Are you sure you want to go?”

Today was the day I had to leave for the art college. I nodded. “Gillian’s will give me a chance at a normal life for once. It’s my dream.”

“And what about your roommate at the dorm? Do you think she can handle your nightmares?”

I shrugged. “I did request a single room, but they said it was only for emergencies. Maybe if she complains the school will take me seriously.”

“I wish you’d just live off-campus in an apartment—I have money enough, I could buy one in no time.”

Shaking my head, I looked away. We’d been over this so many times already. “I want to stay on campus to get the full experience—I need it. Plus, the security there will take care of any… bumps in the road.”

In the past two weeks, my popularity had risen significantly. With every day, my privacy became less of a privilege and more of a task. Everywhere I went, fans ambushed me, asking for my autographs or an inside scoop on Harry.

It still hurt every time I heard his name. After I’d woken up from my severe anxiety attack in Milan, they told me he had been transferred to another hospital. I’d waited, hoping that what I’d seen was only a bad dream, or due to something else. But he hadn’t contacted me. Five days after, I’d been sent home, Ludmilla by my side.

The news of our break-up hadn’t gone public yet, despite all the tries. It seemed that no one believed or cared about it. But then again, Harry had announced me as his girlfriend at the worldwide press conference, not to mention on stage the night where we—

I couldn’t think of that.

“I still wished you’d let me pay for everything,” Ludmilla said.

“You’ve done enough for me already.” I gave her a weak smile. “Now, let me get ready, yeah?”

She nodded, but her smile didn’t look convinced. Hesitating slightly, she looked at me another time before leaving my room.

I pulled the blankets and stared at my bare legs and arms. Most of the scrapes had healed wonderfully. It had been a task to keep myself from picking at the scabs, but Marcus and Ludmilla had mentioned at least a gazillion times that it wouldn’t heal properly if I did. And the want to have beautiful skin overthrew my need to pick those ugly scabs away.

My bags were already packed, and I was ready to go to New York. It would be a small flight, but Ludmilla and Marcus would go with me.

Of course, there was one person who I wished would be there. However, that wouldn’t happen. It was painful, but I was starting to realize that I’d burned all the bridges with Harry.

After a quick shower, I dressed up and fixed my hair. Walking out into Ludmilla’s living-room, I saw Marcus and her watch television. Once I entered, they immediately hit the remote and turned off whatever they were watching.

“You ready?” Ludmilla asked.

I nodded. “What was that about?” I gestured to the TV.

“Just some news, nothing big.” She shrugged, but I didn’t miss the odd look she shared with Marcus. I wanted to ask about it, but I’d realized that whenever they were acting like this, it was about Harry. And that was something I didn’t need today. Instead, I walked over to my suitcases.

“Let’s go then,” I said. “You’re buying breakfast at the airport.”

“Always,” Ludmilla said.  She skidded over to me and wrapped and arm around my shoulder. “You’ll be alright, yes?”

I couldn’t meet her eyes. “Eventually,” I said.

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