My feelings for him are pure and simple. Natural and sincere. They’ll be with me for the rest of my life, and that’s another consequence I’ll come to terms with.
I have no choice.
“I’m going to kill him. Pig headed—stubborn mule!” She lets out a weird growl that makes me giggle, something I haven’t done since the day he left me. Feels good, too.
“Don’t. It’ll be okay.” At my words, Ana walks back over and kneels in front of me, taking my hands in hers and giving them a squeeze.
“When I grow up, I want to be just like you. Sweet, courageous, and full of life. Don’t change for anyone, Camille. You are perfect as is, and Lily will grow up to be an amazing woman like her mom. Your family would be proud.”
“T-Thank you,” I whisper, choking up a bit at her words.
“None needed. Come on...” she pulls on my hand to stand “…walk me out. I have some major ass to kick today.”
Once at the door, I stop her. “Not worth it. Don’t get into trouble on my behalf,” I plead; not wanting her to go in, guns blazing, and lose her job because of it. “To be honest, it’s for the best. He’s not the right man for me.”
Ana shakes her head, small smirk on her lips. “Quit lying to yourself.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Love doesn’t die at the first sign of a struggle, it burns brighter as it fights.” I try and deny my feelings for him, but she just gives me a look that dares me to defy her. She knows. “This is a small tiff in the grand scheme of things, Cami, and he will be back and begging. Just don’t lock him out. Make him work for it, but don’t write him off.”
With a quick hug she walks out, leaving me to my thoughts. Suddenly I’m nervous. Feel as if a storm is coming.
I’m afraid. Hesitant. Not ready.
Don’t lock him out.
“I’m beyond screwed.” And have no idea which way the catastrophe is coming from. Nor if I’ll survive Jet’s return.
He’s not right for us. It can’t be.
Then why do I feel as if I have no choice here?