The exchange 2 (camren) English Version

Chapter 100

Lauren's POV

I received some greetings near the stage, I spoke with doctors, with readers, with ordinary people... I saw my life pass before my eyes in seconds.

When I managed to escape from the rain of questions and questions, that migrated me to such a painful reality, I breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as I turned around, in the narrow corridor that leads from one end of the stage to the other, I met Camila.

She was a few steps away.
Her hair behind her ear, her eyes swollen and sore. Her face wet with tears.

One of the few and only people who witnessed much more than I talked about recently... my heart beat hard to see her so fragile. And in a matter of a blink of an eye she was in my arms.

Her body trembled as the crying she was holding came back with force. I left her as close as possible to me, rocking her.
Holding her.

There was nothing to say, it wasn't the time for discussions or big explanations.

It was not necessary to remember the sad facts or to scratch the wounds.
It was unreal.

It was just Camila and Lauren
and a whole story going through our minds.

I kissed her hair, closing her eyes. Some tears fell down my cheek, seeing her cry is, without a doubt, my weak point. I sniffed her perfume, pressing her closer to me.

Camila's POV

And again I was in her arms, feeling stupidly weak. I didn't want to scare her, but, at that moment, there wasn't a remote possibility that I still had a bit of control over my body.

Not after everything she said.

Not after her talk that went through my mind.

I pressed against her, as someone who needs protection. I desperately needed to feel her. I practically sobbed with relief when she didn't reject me, when she accepted me, wrapping her arms around me affectionately.

I hid my face in her neck while I wet her with tears. I felt trembling, anguished.
The whirlwind of emotions that seized me made me tighten it even more.

Lauren understands my fear and stroked my hair, swaying slowly, reassuring me without even saying a word.

"Camila, I've been looking for you everywhere" Julian appeared, behind me
"Oh, sorry if I interrupt, but, my dear, there are some parents who want to talk to you..." I turned, not trying to disguise the fact that I was crying.

It would be ridiculous.

"Talk to them I can't now.." I whispered, determined.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that.
They have commitments."

"Julián, not now" I said louder and with a firm voice.

"Go.." Lauren whispered.

I watched her, her green eyes were tender and were also bathed in tears. I didn't want to leave. I tried to be tough and stay, but both Julian and Lauren insisted.

I gave up.

I talked as quickly as possible, then, obviously, I tweaked my face a bit and went back to where I saw Lauren for the last time.

She wasn't there anymore.

I went through the clinic looking for her,
but I didn'y find her anywhere.

Lauren's POV

Weakness.

That was the word that described my state at that moment.

I feel like a viewer of my life.

The meeting with Camila brought many strong emotions that had been contained, unlocked thoughts that had blocked, unearthed a past that clearly isn't allowed to bury.

The shock was so much that I left disoriented, when I didn't have her anymore with me. She was always my point of peace. What kept me fixed on the floor.

What keeps me conscious... to protect her only. When she left to take care of whoever needed her help, I felt aimless.

And I knew that I shouldn't stay there and wait for her, because she was going to want to talk and I can't even understand myself now, imagine understanding her...

I also discovered that I can't be so selfish and that, although she has her share of guilt for having left that way of Taylor's house, I can't judge her.

She was to be the angel of other people and maybe I was just loving her for me... Totally.

But being on that stage, seeing her patients, I understood that maybe she had taken the same attitude of running away to rescue them.

The conference itself was for the others, but certainly it was me who got the most out of it.

Clarifying my thoughts to a number of things and mainly allowing me to grant myself 'forgiveness' because, although I hid it for years, I never completely apologized for all the stupid things I did for and about the effect of drugs.