Can we be forever? *ON HOLD****
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Last published Wed, Dec 31, 2014
"I've got you" he whispered in my ear as his strong arms held me tight for the first time since I don't know when. I smiled into his chest as he helped me back up on my feet until I was stable again, just as he always had.
"So I see nothing has changed" he chuckled as his eyes sparkled into mine.
"I missed you, Cammy" he said using my nickname reserved only for him.
I started to blush a deep shade of pink while shivers ran up & down my spine. It’s amazing how his touch had so much effect on me even after all this time.
Can I tell him how I feel about him after all this time? Can he ever feel the same? Can we be forever?
Years have past since Cameron and Jake last saw each other. Both of them hid their love from one another for so many years when they were suddenly separated. Their feelings for each other however did not fade. Some how fate brings them together after years apart. But will anything change? Will they finally be together after waiting so long? Or will they be torn apart by the entirely different lives they made on their own?
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"So I meant nothing to you?" Whoa, change of direction. "We could have made it work, you could have talked to me. Told me that this was what you wanted." I can't speak, all this time, he thinks I left because of the contract, that I choose fame over him? "I would have followed you anywhere." That last statement kills me, I have no idea how I'm still standing up surely it's because I'm holding on to the door. "Derek, you have it all wrong." My phone rings the all too familiar ringtone interrupting us once again. I try to shut it off but it's too late. "It's like he knows when I'm with you." he says as he slams the car door closed. He runs his hands down his face "But how can he? I bet he doesn't even know I exist, you forgot I did." His words hit me like knives straight to my heart, more so because I can feel the pain behind them. "Derek I didn't forget you." I whisper taking a step towards him. "Save it, go ahead and call your boyfriend back, I'm going to take a cab." He turns around and heads back towards the street. I want to follow him, I should follow him, but I can't, I wouldn't know what to say, he's right I should have called, I should have been there with all of them but instead I shut him out without ever telling him why. And now he hated me and I had no one to blame but myself.Complete
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