You and Me, Forever

If I Can't Have You [4]

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Tens of scenarios run through Shawn's head as he is on his way to Camila's place. He only had one beer so his thoughts are pretty clear as he is sitting in his Uber, impatiently staring out the window, counting the turns until the destination. That last text really just got him worried and he just wants to see that she is alright.

Once he arrives he runs up the stairs not bothering to wait for the elevator and hits the bell a bit too aggressively. When the door opens and a very tired looking, puffy eyed Camila appears in front of him he feels like his soul is shattered.

Closing up the distance between then he just reaches out for her pulling her against his chest as her arms immediately wrap around his waist.

"I'm sorry if you had plans for tonight," Camila mumbles into his shirt, secretly inhaling his scent deeply, something she's been missing so much lately.

"It's okay. I always have time for you," he says, probably telling a little too much, but he doesn't really care. He runs his fingers through her hair, giving her all the time she wants in his arms, only letting go of her when she does the same. When they finally end the hug Shawn gently closes the door behind him and they move to the living room, making themselves comfortable on the couch. Camila pulls her knees up to her chest hugging them with her arms as Shawn has an arm stretched behind her, waiting for her to speak up.

"I'm just... having the worst week and I don't know where my head is," Camila lets out a tired sigh closing her eyes. "I've been fucking everything up at work, I'm so behind with my projects and I keep forgetting stuff, I don't know what I'm doing..."

"Have you been eating regularly?" he asks, concerned all over his face. He couldn't help but notice that Camila got slimmer since the last time he saw her. She looks away, knowing exactly that the answer won't please him, but her look is already enough for him. "Camila, you need to eat. I know you are busy, but if you keep skipping meals you are gonna faint. Did you eat dinner?"

"Um... I don't remember," Camila mumbles knowing well she did not, the last time she ate was around three o'clock and that wasn't even a full meal either.

Shawn stands up without saying a word and walks over to the kitchen as she follows him with a curious gaze.

"What are you doing?" Camila asks when he starts opening the cabinets, grabbing different stuff from everywhere.

"I'm making you something to eat before you starve yourself," he exclaims, gathering everything he found on the counter.

Camila wanders over to him, her arms crossed on her chest as she watches him start making... whatever he has in mind.

"You really don't have to, Shawn," Camila tells him, pushing herself up to the kitchen island while he is focusing on the ingredients.

"I don't, but I want to. This is what I do for the people who are important to me."

He was expecting some protesting from her or at least a denial comment on the last part, because this is what she has always done, made his statements about his feelings for her minor by denying their truthfulness, but this time Camila is completely silent. This is how he knows something is really off.

He decides to make some pancakes, that's the fastest and easiest thing to make at the moment and in the meanwhile he makes her talk about things he knows she likes. He asks about if she saw any good movies lately, then they talk about books, he listens to her telling the entire plot of the latest book she read while flipping the pancakes. Then she asks him about music, his latest gigs and somehow they both forget about how they got there, they are just genuinely enjoying talking and listening to the other.