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Once again, this chapter is short. This is going to be the last short chapter though. I have decided to end this story. I know, I know, you're all sad. I base my writing off of experiences in real life though, and so I will end this similarly to something that has recently happened to me. The quick ending is not a cop-out. I write to logic things out for myself, and this is the story I'm currently using for that. This is NOT that last chapter though!
There will be two more chapters (a different POV that you'll find out next chapt, and Remy's POV) and then a short epilogue (Cameron's POV). So, please, review these last few chapters. I've worked hard on this story and it's close to my heart, and hopefully to some of my readers' hearts also.
I have the last chapters planned out 99%, so hopefully I won't make you wait long for them. I actually plan on starting the next chapter tonight.
Cameron's POV:
The door slams in another room.
You slowly open your eyes and squint against the light glaring in through the window blinds. Groaning softly, you roll onto your side and pulled your knees up toward your chest. The soiled blankets from the previous night are stuffed into the hamper, and a draft is chilling you to the bone. You scoot back toward the center of the bed and attempt to press against Remy, but all you manage to feel is air. Frowning, you roll onto your back again and glance to the side to notice she's gone.
You can't find a clock in the room, so God only knows what time it is. She might have decided to go to work, or run back to her apartment to get a few things. Exhaling through your mouth, you scrub at your eyes and slowly push yourself up into a sitting position. Despite that your stomach is still queasy, it's not as bad as it was before. The trace of pancakes and possibly some other breakfast foods wafting through the air at least don't make it worse.
You swing your feet over the side of the bed then inch forward enough so they're resting against the cool carpet. The mirror against the armoire frightens you immediately because you barely recognize the person staring back at you. Your face contrasts almost white against your dark hair and the bags under your eyes, and you're practically drowning in one of Remy's hoodies and a pair of scrub pants. You slowly lift your hand and touch your cheeks with your fingertips to make sure it's really you. It is.
"Oh, good, you're awake."
You snap your head up and look at the door. "Yeah," you answer Wilson with a slight nod.
"I made breakfast," he said, the corners of his lips turning upward but not quite reaching a smile. "I hope you're hungry."
"Where's Remy?" you ask as you stand, hoping to avoid talking about whether or not you're hungry. Eating is mandatory, so you're going to have to do it, but that doesn't mean you really want to. You glance around the room and absently smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt as you wait for him to answer.
"Out," he replied after what seems like an eternity. He nods for you to follow him and begins to make his way from the room.
"At work?" you inquire, dragging your feet as you trail after him. You notice Batman in the hall playing with his tail, but just assume he had slept with Wilson last night. Squatting down, you briefly pat his head then straighten up again and follow Wilson into the kitchen.
He shakes his head and pulled two plates down from a cupboard. "She went to pick up a few things at her apartment." He turns and offers you a plate.
"Oh." You tentatively take the plate from him and look it over, pretending to examine the design along the rim. "When is she coming back?" Swallowing thickly, you try to ignore how clingy you sound. It's really none of your business everywhere she goes or how long she'll be there, but you feel like you've developed an 'out of sight, out of mind' kind of thing with her. When she's around, she's real and you're safe. What if when she isn't around, you're not safe? You quickly remind yourself there's nothing to be afraid of anymore, and that you have Wilson around.
"She didn't say." He dishes a few pancakes and some eggs and bacon onto his plate then motions with his fork for you to do the same.
"Huh." You tentatively step forward and take a smaller pancake and some eggs with a fork you picked up off the counter. "Well, she shouldn't be too long." You put your plate down on the table then take a seat.
"She might stop by the hospital," Wilson sputters, dropping his fork on the table beside his plate. He reaches his hand out and catches it before it hits the floor.
A sense of unease settles over you and you glance up at him as you poke at your eggs. "Are you…lying to me?" you ask, trying to meet his eyes. He sits down and shovels a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Wilson?" You drop your fork and fold your arms across your chest.
"Everything is fine," he answers, eying your fork. "Just eat. She'll be back in a few hours." He smiles, but it looks forced.
You pick your fork up again and slowly take a small bite of your pancake. "You know something," you mumble between chewing and swallowing. "Was that her leaving before I woke up? When the door shut loudly?"
"She'll be back in a few hours," he repeats, focusing on his food.
You want to keep questioning him, but you're already sick of being treated like a little kid whose mother just left them at daycare. Awkward silence settles over the two of you and you rest your elbow on the table and your head against your hand, continuing to pick at your food. Something doesn't feel right, but there's nothing you can do about it until Wilson decides to talk or Remy comes back.