𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝒂𝒌✔️

VII. Flowers

October 1st 2020

A few days went by after Camila and Harry spent the day together at the oak tree filled with art and pictures with the mention of sunflowers and tears.

It was the first time in years that their day didn't end up with them bringing up their past that was filled with hickeys, vodka and hotels. Along with Nancy dying and her mom dying and the bills. Or well barely anyway.

But the last couple days apart she'd spent with Lisa planning her wedding along with being a few months to her due date. And although she couldn't be happier for her she also couldn't help but envy her as she has what she used to have with a loving fiancée and a wedding to plan and a baby on the way.

And Camila couldn't help but think of how she used to have all that and her husband did put a ring on her finger even though they both had the thoughts that marriages were a one way thing and it wasn't really for them but yet they did it anyways.

But now she is on the verge of getting a divorce and she lost her baby and rings that used to be worn on and off are now worn completely off.

And it was just a mess.

A mess that Cam didn't want interfering between her and Lisa.

But Lisa knew, she learned.

She saw the tears that glossed in her eyes and the way she would avoid eye contact and her at a loss of words.

And when Lisa confronted her about it only the sounds of sobs came out and the tears left her glossy eyes and she couldn't look at her due to the tears.

And she continuously mumbled that she was sorry and she just couldn't help but remember the tragedies and the trauma.

But Lisa comforted her nonetheless as Cam was still a bit broken.

"It's okay, Mila," she whispered as she held her as Cam only kept mumbling sorrys.

But after that day she ignored the gnawing pain she felt as she continued to help Lisa.

Today however, today was a weird day as Camila left her room with a smile and it was so rare to see her smile.

Ironic considering the skies were filled with grey clouds and the rest of the house wore the gloomy frowns.

Miguel noticed the big smile on her face and he had no idea why she could be so happy on a day like this considering this day was filled with broken glass with the staining of blood.

She had forgotten and he didn't have the heart to remove the smile from her face.

"Are you okay, papa?" She asked as he appeared to seem in a daze with a small frown.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he sighed as he grabbed the newspaper trying to appear as natural as possible.

"Did you grab the coffee this morning?" She asked as he usually did at seven in the morning.

"Oh, um no I didn't."

"But you always grab coffee. Papa are you sure you're okay? You just seem off."

He really did want to tell her.

But for once she seemed just a bit happy.

She checked her phone quickly to see a text from Harry saying that he was here, a small part of her wanting to go but majority wanting to figure out what was wrong with her father.

"You should go, I'm sure Harry's waiting for you," he mumbled as he continued reading the newspaper already lost in his thoughts and normally he would make a remark about Harry