find the light [c. evans social media]

quarante quatre

camille?

hi.

oh my god where the fuck have you been?

france.

what happened? you didn't say anything, you just left!

she died, chris.

some drunk asshole in a bmw fucking killed her and she's gone.

there's a dent in her skull and she died on site and i don't know what to do.

i'm getting on plane right now. and i'm coming to france and we're going to figure it out. i promise it's gonna be okay. we're gonna be okay.

i have to plan her funeral.

i know, baby, i'm sorry.

i'm getting her cremated and she has a plot next to dad.

perfect, you know that's what she would've wanted.

my heart hurts.

i'm so sorry.

i lost them both.

maybe you should leave while you can, everything i touch seems to die

sadly, you're stuck with my dumbass.

that's okay.

that's america's ass.

oh god.

get here soon please.

everything in this damn house reminds me of her.

i'm doing my best, love.

i'm on my way, i promise.

i love you.

i love you more.

i gotta go, bye camille.

bye.