Best Friends? (Camila/You)

Part 16

Best Friends? - Part 16

I never knew real pain until this week; I never knew what it was like to lose someone so valuable and so important in my life until this. It almost seemed surreal, I couldn't bring myself to actually think that Sinuhe was gone and every time I would try my heart shattered into a million pieces. Sinuhe's death was hitting everyone so hard it was unbearable to watch, Alejandro was slowly crumbling the poor man tried keeping himself together for his girls but it was becoming almost impossible, Sofi didn't quite understand the concept of death but she knew her mother was gone and it was taking its toll on her tiny self as she would cry every night. Then there was Camila, the love of my life slowly deteriorating in front of my eyes, her hardened exterior had finally broke and so did mine when every night since Sinuhe had died Camila would lay her head on my chest and cry as I held her. Listening to Camila's cries had caused an aching pain in my chest, sometimes I couldn't contain myself and I would cry with her trying to whisper comforting words in her ear.

I was with Camila every night for the passed week since Sinuhe had died, my mother had brought everything to the Cabello household and I prepared myself to try and pick up my girlfriends broken pieces. Every day I would try and get her out of bed sometimes I would succeed and other times I wouldn't, I made not only Camila breakfast every morning but Sofi and Alejandro too considering none of them were in any condition to feed themselves. Alejandro would always beg me not to but I would always shake my head, he was so appreciative but in all honesty I didn't do this because I had to I was doing this because I wanted to, the Cabello's are my second family and I knew that if this was happening to me they would be in my house every day too.

I tried my best to give Camila anything she wanted not that she wanted much at this point, I would always ask if she needed anything and she would quickly reply with 'all I need is for you to hold me' and without a second thought I did just that. Camila didn't talk much either and when she did it was mostly to me, she couldn't talk about her feelings instead she would write them down, every night before she went to bed Camila would write in her little book she kept by her night stand, I never knew what she was writing and I wasn't going to look but it didn't stop me from being curious about her thoughts.

I remember watching Camila fall asleep in my arms every night for the passed 7 days, she would look so peaceful and un disturbed if anyone we're to just look at her no one would ever know that there was an aching, unbearable pain burning within her chest. As I watched Camila sleep I would take time to look around her room, she had about 30 photos of us doing the most random things from tanning at the beach to watching movies in her living room, she loved taking photos with her Polaroid and I swear she would use all of her film on just one of our outings. I smiled a little looking at all the photos and seeing Camila's genuinely happy smile, it pained me to think about how long it's been since I've seen that wide smile but I would make sure that one day she will smile again. Even if it killed me.

I never really had time to think of myself during the week and I didn't want to focus on myself because I needed to focus on Camila and try to make sure she didn't crumble every 10 seconds. I would give Camila little displays of affection here and there, I would give her a kiss on the cheek or forehead, I would smile at her, I would hug her, I would try my best to make her feel content with me every day even though it was extremely hard. I knew she appreciated my efforts though because sometimes I would receive a small smile or a peck on the lips, it made me feel content that I was at least making things a little easier for Camila and she recognized it.

Every day there was the same routine and today was no different except maybe a little harder considering the funeral was tomorrow. It was Saturday morning and I tried getting Camila out of bed but it was no use, she was dead set on staying in bed and I wasn't going to fight her, tomorrow was going to be a very emotional day. Camila lay in bed until 3 o'clock; I was in the living room when she walked in quietly. I looked up from the book I was reading and gave her a small smile.