This is it, the end you've all be waiting for. I'm sorry I ended it here, I might write a next chapter as a three years later thing, but I seriously doubt it.

Maybe I'll write a prequel, but that'll be focused on Josh and Cammie. We'll see.

Ivoryyy

Cammie's POV

Leanne Womack once said that living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking, loving might be a mistake but it's worth making.

I was guessing that she'd never been in love.

Every time I'd fallen for someone I'd been proved wrong about him or myself, and it was over.

Now I had a chance to have my dream. I wanted to take it, but I couldn't.

I stood at the bus stop without any of my bags, just like I had when Zach was leaving for his concert tour.

Seth saw me and took in my bagless state. He gave me a disappointed look and walked into the bus.

I turned around with tears stinging my eyes.

What did I have to stay for?

Nothing.

So why was I staying?

I took a step back, making my choice.

Zach's POV

Paul Greengrass once said that remembering is painful, it's difficult, but it can be inspiring and it can give us wisdom.

Clearly he'd never had amnesia. For seven months if I may add.

I'd been trying to remember so hard, but now I realized that no matter how hard I tried I just wasn't going to.

I kept seeing Cammie's face over and over, hearing her crying in the bathroom.

I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

Was it worth remembering?

I was fine without what I'd lost.

Everyone around me wasn't.

With a sigh I got up and went to the bathroom.

A flash of silver caught my eye and I bent to pick up a silver bracelet.

It was Cammie's.

When my hand touched it everything came rushing back.

The day I'd given her the bracelet.

"I decided to get you a present anyway. It's not much, but, you know, it was kind of… weird yesterday when we didn't know it was your birthday. Sorry for that." I say.

She pulls out a silver bracelet from the bag. "Oh, Zach. You shouldn't have. I love it." She lifts her eyes to mine and smiles.

Our first date.

She bounces up and down on her feet, biting her lip. "I have to admit, I was nervous."

I laugh. "You? Nervous? I changed my shirt four times."

She doesn't even glance at it. "Don't worry, you look great."

Our first fight.

"I don't need this. Go find some other girl to woo with all your charm and glamour. I don't want it." She snaps, throwing her jewelry into the limo.

"Cammie, wait!"

"Wait." The memory slipped away and I ran. "Grant! Jonas!"

They walk out of the kitchen. "What's going on?"

"I remember!" I gasped, as I bounded to the foyer. "Where is she? Where's Cammie?"

They exchange a glance. "Where. Is. She." I repeated.

"She's gone, Zach. She called to say she's going for the tour." Grant said.

"You were too late."

I'm fine without last year, without you. I don't need it. So maybe, you should stop focusing all your energy on me, and focus on yourself.

THE END

SONG: Breathe by Taylor Swift

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