Once in my life time

by JustAnotherDork

Cammie is falling for Zach and it seems that he'ds falling for her but then he just up and leaves. Should Cammie have followed him? Was it the wrong thing to do? Has she put the ones she loves in danger? Well its a little late now, shes done it. Join Cammie and Zach as they find out about eachothers past, and fall more in love then they ever were before. *Who does't love Zammie?*

2. The Garden: My Rose

102 years ago

A young spy flounced into the garden, her hazel hair blowing around her face. Her Russian spy was awaiting, sat on a small crooked bench. In his hands he held a single red rose.

"Мойангел" he smiled, pulling her to him. *Russian for My Angel* "I have longed to see you"

"I have longed for you as well." She said reaching up and kissing him.

He pulled back suddenly "I can't do this anymore" he said shaking his head.

"Do what?" she asked in a small voice

"I want you. I want a real life with you, not this. Only ever seeing each other when we're sneaking around."

"I want that to, but…" she trailed off.

"Im fed up with the buts!" He shouted, after taking a few deep breaths he said "Im going to tell them that I quit, then im going to tell your mother that I love you"

She stared at him blankly then broke into a massive smile, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you too, and I don't care what she says. I want to spend the rest of my life with you"

"Well we have to care a little bit, your still in school and im still four years older then you" He chuckled.

"Im nearly 18! I know what I want and she can't stop me from having it"

"Meet me here tomorrow , I'll quit tonight and we can start our new life"

"Okay" she smiled happily, letting go and walking off.

"Wait I almost forgot, this is for you" he said handing her the rose.

The young spy arrived at the garden giddy, but she could not find her love anywhere. After two days of waiting, heartbroken and destroyed she left. Never so much as looking at it again, on the bench where he had told her he loved her. Laid the rose, tear stained. For he had not been aloud out of his job and they had threatened her life. He had fought for her and lost his own life in the process , she was never to know. She was to keep believing he had left her, for that was the only term she was aloud to live on. She grew old alone, unable to love another but never knowing what truly happened to him. Eighty years later the young spy, old and wrinkly entered the garden. For the first time since he had abandoned her, she slept on the bench. She died in her sleep, she was dreaming of her life with him when her heart stopped.