For The Days We Cannot Retrieve

one step foward, two steps back

"When you first meet a person, you never would have thought that you would fall in love with them. You never tell yourself, 'Hey, this person is going to take my heart in their hands, I hope they don't rip it apart." Andrea stopped for a moment, pondering how to continue. She glanced at her bestfriend, who was currently crying her eyes out. She took a deep breath, continuing her speech.

"You never think, 'I should distance myself, I think I'm falling.' You never do that because like a rollercoaster, it's a scary drop, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and the way your heart beats faster than normal can be addicting. It numbs your senses monetarily, and you don't know what is happening until it happens. You may not enjoy seeing the ride from afar, but once you expirence it yourself, you don't want it to end. It's when the ride is over, that you realize what you did, and that you could have died, but you didn't. That's exactly what a relationship is like, if it's not fucking exciting, why are you in it? And like the ride, you hate getting out. But sometimes, that ride isn't the best one, and maybe if you would have tried again, you would have gotten stuck. Love has no gender, and neither does that ride. So listen to your heart, Camila."

Camila sniffled and clung to her bestfriend, who welcomed her with open arms, holding the smaller girl until she calmed, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you, Dre." Camila mumbled against her toned abdomen. "I know, C. I love you too, you'll get through this. I promise." Andrea held her tighter, her emotions at it's peak. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me first."

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Camila was shaken from her flashback by a loud bang in the bathroom stalls. She flinched momentarily at the noise before looking at herself in the mirror once more, the bags under eyes prominent.

She sighed and washed her hands, ignoring the bangs once more. She opened the stall door to be met with a sobbing girl on the foor, right next to the soap dispenser. She stood there, blanky staring at the crying girl, a sense of familiarity nagging her brain.

She cleared her throat, scratching the back of her neck. "Uh, are you okay?" Her voice cracked a bit, and she mentally facepalmed, how was she supposed to help someone crying their eyes out when she wasn't entirely emotionally stable herself?

The girl looked up, green eyes meeting brown. Camila looked startled, the seemingly confident girl from the cafeteria was now broken on the floor. Camila knelt down, talking the girl into her arms. "Hey, it'll be okay." She held the green eyed beauty, feeling the tears seep through her shirt.

Lauren shook her head, reaching in her back pocket to hand Camila a folded paper. Camila gently took said paper from shaking hands. She bit her lip and unfolded it, her heart dropping when the full display was before her eyes. "Oh, Lauren.." She was at a lost for words, a pang of sorrow hitting her for the girl. The basketball team wasn't happy about losing their star player, she guessed. A wave of anger washed over her immediately. This was her fault. She got Lauren into this mess and now she's getting shit for it.

She crumbled up the paper and chucked it against a stall, shaking her head. "I swear to God, when I find out who did this, Lauren, I promise I'll make sure they get what they deserve."

Lauren sobbed into Camila louder, shaking her head. "It's everywhere." Camila was puzzled by this, what did she mean by everywhere?

They sat there for a while, Camila holding the crying girl, whispering soothing promises in her ear. It wasn't until the bell rang, concluding the school day that they got up.

Lauren did not want to get up for the life of her, she didn't want to see the aftermath of those papers. She had just established a friendship with Camila, she didn't want to scare the girl off.