Goodbye

"But I thought it was going well..." Cameron Dallas said. It was heartbreaking... it truly was. But I just couldn't handle it anymore. The fans were too pressuring. It was driving me crazy. I started to think that maybe they were right. That I just didn't deserve him.
"It did, but it's not going to work. Please try to understand now. It just won't work", I said. I walked up to him, pecked him on the cheek, and walked away. I went back to my hotel room to pack everything back up for home. I decided I would take a break, give myself some time to myself so I could sort things out.
My phone was driving me crazy. Cam, Matthew Espinosa, and Nash Grier, were all trying to communicate with me, most likely to get the details on everything. I read through all the texts, and they basically all said that Cameron was feeling awful.
Believe me, I'm broken inside...
I snatched all my things and called over a taxi. I needed to get out of this state. Everything was just getting too stressful. One finally came, and I got in wearing sunglasses so no one would see my red, puffy eyes. I didn't even bother putting on makeup because I would be reapplying all the time.
The cab ride to the airport took about half an hour, and I waited for what seemed like another hour for my plane. I was able to catch the next plane out of this state; I just wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. My plane got called, and we were finally able to board. I quickly found my seat, put my headphones on, and slowly fell asleep, my eyes drooping from the days' events. I like to listen to nature sounds when I want to sleep.
"Baby c'mon you're going to love this," Cameron said. He was holding my hand and pushing me towards the way he was walking.
"Cam, c'mon it's too dark maybe we should go home.", I said. We were in a lake house. It was really dark, and I was kind of scared. Then I saw a little cabin. It was really pretty. He opened the door, and the room had candles all over the place.
"Wow" I said.
"See, I told you you would like it", he said, and I stepped in, and sat on the bed. I fell asleep in Cameron's arms, and I felt so safe and comfortable in his arms.
"Miss, miss, you have to get up. We've arrived at the destination," the flight attendant whispered with urgency. I got up, thanked the lady, and grabbed my bags. I stopped at Taco Bell, and got some food to take back home. I caught a cab to my house, paid him, then ran to my room.
I threw all my bags on the ground and lay on my bed. I scrolled through my Instagram and Twitter hoping to find something that would brighten my day. Instead, I found many tweets and post about how depressed Cameron was. I felt so bad for him, and wanted to comfort him, but I knew I was the reason why he was like that. I turned my phone off, and slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about Cameron and everything we had been through.