The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 53

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!!!

After hours of staring at the ceiling, Camila had realized that several of the most popular constellations rested above her bed. Perhaps there were more hidden behind the Salvador Dali print above her, but she couldn't tell.

She couldn't help glancing at the laptop computer, which she'd hidden under a pile of clothes. The constant aching of her heart was starting to take its toll. The truth was, she missed her, whoever she was. She missed the emails, the phone conversations, the easy banter ... She missed ...

"Everything," she whispered, voicing her thought. Well, there was always Dinah .

And yet, somehow ... it wasn't the same.

Something wasn't the same, but Camila couldn't figure out what it was. Friendship was friendship ...

The thought of friendship made Camila frown. Lying wasn't friendship. But, still, she couldn't help but wonder how much of Laura was Lauren. How much was real? How much was a lie? If they balanced each other out, would she ever be able to forgive the actress?

Did she want to?

Camila sighed, knowing she did. She hated feeling angry. Carrying a grudge was exhausting. It was like a huge anvil crashing down on her head, over and over.

She wanted the feeling to go away.

But she couldn't pretend that she wasn't hurt. And forgiving Lauren didn't bring Laura back. And how could she trust her again?

How could anything go back to being the same after it had been so irrevocably altered? It couldn't.

Nothing could ever be the same.

Lauren found herself walking up the familiar sidewalk of Camila's street. After hours of evaluating and reevaluating her existence, she'd come to the realization that she was never going to sleep again.

Ever.

She could keep calling Ally and Adrian at the wee hours of the morning. She could keep staring out, at the view of New York, wondering what Camila was thinking at that moment. She could lay awake and wait for time to pass. She could think. She could worry ...

And before she'd know it, she'd be fifty and alone; a mere shadow of a movie star.

Stuck obsessing about her lost youth ... her lost beauty ...

Her lost love.

Lauren stopped in front of Camila's building, gazing up. Her heart sped up as she started up the front steps.

If Camila wanted Lauren out of her life, then fine. But she wasn't going to go quietly.

Lauren's finger hovered over the button. It was two o'clock in the morning. Was she insane?

Before she had a chance to dwell any further on the question of her sanity, the door opened and someone walked out.

Lauren took that as a sign.

Sneaking inside the building, she headed toward the elevator.

On the ride up to Camila's floor, Lauren wondered if she was dreaming. Had she fallen asleep without realizing?

She hoped not. It had been hard enough getting this far. And the hard part was still ahead.

Taking a deep breath, she waited for the doors to swoosh open. When they did, she stood in place. If she walked out, she'd probably go through with it. If she stayed in the elevator, she'd probably not come back up.