Lauren's POV
- I never took what they said about 'love sucks' seriously. I had never fallen in love before either, to tell the truth. Now I was corroborating that phrase that had so much fame, and I was verifying it.
- After that night, I didn't even stay at the hotel. I took a flight back to Los Angeles. I hated my own house, I hated everything. Everything around me just reminded me of Camila, because everything I lived, saw and breathed, was her.
- I could not go more than ten seconds without thinking about Camila, and notice how a sting in my chest appeared again. It was already familiar to me those days.
- At night, I tried to sleep but I couldn't. The nightmares were the sustenance of each night, and I didn't have Camila to hug me, because she was with someone else. The smell of her perfume on my pillow hurt me, and it made me want to cry with every word spoken in my thoughts remembering what Camila had once said. She said she would never leave me, she said she loved me. She said she was in love with me.
- My eyes, swollen from crying, looked at the ceiling for some comfort, but there was nothing . God did not exist, there was no burning nail to hold on to. My life was back to being empty like nine months ago. Had I been living so badly in those years? I didn't know there was this void in me, and Camila had filled it completely. Her flaws, her small, insignificant flaws were complements of mine.
- I got out of bed and went down the stairs of the house, passing through the kitchen that I did not even want to look at for so many memories that it brought. I simply gave my life to Camila, and she threw it overboard.
- I took my Old guitar, black, with some stickers from Lana del Rey, The 1975 and Arctic Monkeys. I haven't played that guitar in years, or haven't taken that guitar out. Maybe since I was a teenager, or since I didn't feel anything. I sat in one of the hammocks by the pool, watching the water and listening to that relaxing sound it made as it entered and left the drains, and how the breeze moved the water as if it were blowing consciously on it.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦
𝘞𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯
- My fingers slid down the guitar strings, squeezing them up to mark
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭
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Room 72; Camren (translated to English)
RomanceCamila is a doctor at a Los Angeles hospital. Her life is based on going to the hospital, taking care of her sister Sofi and spending time with Ally and Dinah, until she runs into Lauren, a patient in a coma whom she helps wake up. What she doesn't...
