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A/N: I have no idea where this came from, to be honest. It's a little...depressing, I guess, but I couldn't stop thinking, so I just started writing. This is, in a way and most definitely overall, Cam, but there is a hint of Creddie if you pay enough attention and there's non-romantic Seddie (but whether they're friends or not is up to you.)
This will be a two-shot, so I'll be posting part two as soon as possible.
Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido. (Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.) -Pablo Neruda
The sun hangs low in the sky, the clouds outlined against the darkening orange sky, faint traces of blue like spider webs. A slight breeze brushes the leaves of trees and the grass that surrounds two teenagers, their bodies intertwined as promises of forever are mere whispers against their skin. They know they won't be bothered here, not today, not when they'll be here barely a night before they separate and leave this secret behind. With only the moon and the grass as their witnesses, the lovers divide before their presence is discovered by the chilling wind, and they disappear into the night, promises of forever on their lips and on their skin.
The cool metal of the bench is stiff beneath her as she dreams of what once was; her eyes closed against the bright glow of the moon, the wind soft against her skin. She remembers the whispers of promises, the ghosts of her words poisoning her lips after so long. The wish to forget is strong but useless, and she cries silently, her tears glistening in the moonlight. She hears the soft thuds of footsteps against the concrete steps and wipes her face quickly to hide the evidence of her sorrow.
Her visitor sits on the cold bench a step below hers, his back to her as he closes his eyes and takes a slow, breaking breath. He comes here to cry, much like she does, although for a different reason. They never speak to one another, although their thoughts are clear and completely understood. Agonizing moments pass before she finally glances at him, his broad shoulders shaking with every breath, and she takes in his brunette hair, the memories flooding back from that same tint that haunted her every dream.
The moon is high in the sky above the three teenagers who dared trespass where they didn't belong at such an hour, the trio cuddled together on a bench under a single blanket, one oblivious of the secret that hangs between the other two. The night is silent, save their whispers and promises of forever, two different meanings hidden in their words. Night after night, the three would come here to forget the rest of the world, the undeniable pressures that push them into insanity each and every day, and when one left, the other two would join as one, their promises prominent in the darkness.
The brunette boy wipes away his tears before he turns to his only company, the blonde girl, her blue eyes shimmering with her own cold tears, and it's the first time his eyes have ever met hers since they first came out here without their friend. For so long, the night held their secrets, their silent misery, and never once had his eyes ever set on hers, or his mouth ever opened with words.
"You loved her…didn't you?"
And those words she had never spoken aloud, except when she was with her lover in the dead of night, come from his mouth with the worst hint of sadness, and he knows. He's figured it out after all this time, as if it matters anymore, and she can't respond. She doesn't know how to tell him that she still does, that she'll never love anyone like she loved her.
Because it doesn't matter anymore, those days are gone by an outside force that didn't want them to make any more promises to each other in the night, which wanted to destroy their secret, as if it would have been their destruction. She doesn't speak at first, her eyes searching his red eyes, his unshaved jaw, the barely visible scars littering his face, and she knows how the guilt he feels, the guilt she wishes she could feel, if it had been her instead.
"I still do."
She knows he understands because he loved her once, when all of this happened, and they had been shadows behind him, making their own love known to one another, and he had lost one to the other. He knows it's true, it's the ultimate truth that he's been hiding behind his own hopes and dreams, and he can't pretend anymore. He never had her to begin with.
"I loved her, Sam…I thought she loved me too."
And she knows he's honest with himself and with her, and that he wanted so desperately for her to be his, but this was also his fault, or so he had said, but the blonde didn't believe that anymore. They both lost to each other and to no one. He shakes his head, and she notices the tears forming in his eyes.
The phone rings an upbeat tune, specifically selected by her lover, although the meaning is unknown to the world and those who hear it, and she smiles to herself, those words of promise on the tip of her tongue when she answers the phone, but her smile dissolves when she realizes her promises mean nothing anymore. Every hope and dream is obliterated, as if it never existed, and she hangs up with only three words. Her truck doesn't go nearly fast enough, and she makes it there too late, blaming herself for not being able to make one last promise.
He's sitting in the waiting room, small cuts bandaged on his face, and he doesn't speak to her, as if he's lost in his own mind because he knows this is his fault, even if it isn't, and she doesn't blame him. She could never blame him, even if he was the one driving, if he had led them into the fiery pits of hell, she would never blame him. The only thing any of them was at fault for was her for leaving them.
"I miss her, Sam."
She knows, more than anything she knows, and that's what makes everything so much harder to forget. They can't move on, they can't get over her because she's the one thing that held everything together, her promises shared between them, the promises that mean nothing and never will.
"We'll always be together forever, Sam…I promise."