Camila pov
I woke up with a headache that could split a continent. Nevertheless, I remembered what I had to do—what I needed to do. This prison sentence with Deron needed to end. I just needed to find the perfect way to do it.
I got ready for school. Being there as early as possible felt like the right thing. I went through my morning routine, had waffles for breakfast, and got a ride with my mom. I arrived at school just in time and hid in an empty classroom until classes started.
Luckily, I only had two classes today. One had been canceled. I went about my day in the usual way. Deron and I had similar schedules—it's crazy how I knew everything about him. From his food preferences to his daily routine... Yet, did I really know him? That didn't matter anymore.
I sent him a message asking to meet after school. He replied fifteen minutes later, asking if I was going to apologize for the way I acted. I scoffed internally and typed, "Something like that. Just meet me at our usual spot."
I wasn't even sure he remembered where that was. We hadn't been there in a while. It's a quiet place by the docks where my brother has a small yacht docked. I often go there to watch the sunset—it's peaceful.
I unraveled myself from my thoughts and headed there around 2:30. I arrived at 2:40, sat on the nearby wall, and dipped my feet into the water. I waited... and waited. At 3:30, I heard soft rustling behind me. I was sure it was Deron—but no. It was him, standing not too far behind me. Almost close enough to touch.
I just stared at him until he finally spoke.
"Hi… I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you here and wondered if you were alright."
He looked a little flustered—but not as much as I was. My words were trapped in my throat. I didn't know what to say. After a pause, I heard myself whisper, "I'm fine. Just… wanted to watch the sunset. Sorry."
I cursed myself internally. What was that blubbering nonsense?
He smiled. "Okay," he said gently, then walked over to sit on the wall. He sat close enough to talk to, but not close enough to touch. That was okay. This was all over the place—just like my mind.
I checked my watch. It was 4:00 p.m. I noticed he was watching me—not directly, but through the reflection in the water. I could see the fish, even a sea star. The ocean looked so beautiful.
I found myself doing the same—watching him through the water's surface. His eyes were a deep brown I once loved so deeply. I got lost in that reflection until his voice brought me back.
"Looking at something?" he asked with a teasing smile when our eyes met.
I scrambled for an excuse. "The starfish," I said.
Just my luck—it had vanished.
He laughed, watching me with amusement. His laughter was like electricity in the air. His arms were well built—not like a bodybuilder, just right. Of course, he caught me staring. He smiled, clearly pleased.
So, I made a bold move. "Do you like smiling?"
He grinned wider, and I felt a strange calm—the kind I hadn't felt in a long time. It reminded me of when my mom used to read bedtime stories to me.
But that peace didn't last.
Deron's voice cut through the silence like thunder that follows lightning.
"What the hell are you doing here? I've been waiting for you."
My annoyance peaked. I barely recognized him anymore. At least when we started dating, he remembered the little things. His hugs used to feel warm and comfortable. Now they felt empty and cold.
He wore his anger on his face.
I stood up calmly. "Where have you been?"
"At the flower garden, two blocks away," he snapped angrily.
That would've made sense—if I actually liked the place. We went there once because I love butterflies and the way flowers smell. But it was too crowded, the air smelled like sweat, many of the flowers were crushed, and some of the butterflies were dead. It broke my heart. I told him I never wanted to go back.
But here—this place—we used to come often. We watched sunsets, shared cheesecake on his birthday, and I gave him a watch.
His voice snapped me back. "I'm not in the mood to argue," he said sharply.
"Good," I replied. "Neither am I not like I actually ever argued back he would shout and i was stay quiet too scared or embarrassed to talk back .But we need to talk."
The boy from the wall snorted quietly and stood. I turned to look at him—his face carried disappointment and sympathy. He was about to leave when Deron turned his attention to him.
"Who are you?" Deron demanded.
He didn't answer. He just tried to walk away.
But Deron wouldn't let him.
Even with my poor eyesight, I could see where this was going.
"Leave him alone," I said firmly. Idk where I got the courage
Deron snapped at me—and that's when I lost it. All the anger I had stored came crashing down.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I shouted.
He looked shocked—briefly—then quickly recovered and stepped toward me.
He was too close now.
I was officially uncomfortable… and a little scared.