CHAPTER 11

Cammie POV

My heart raced as I looked out at the park in front of me. Of course I had been here. I had been here almost every day, as this place haunted my dreams. I looked back at my friends in the van, who all looked concerned and very confused.

"This is where Jonathan died," I said quietly, not meeting anyone's eye. There was a collection of soft gasps as they registered what I had said. I could almost feel their thoughts about how Jonathan had died in my arms, and now they knew exactly where. I slipped quietly out of the van, walking towards the park. It looked as it had looked 3 years ago. All soft and beautiful, the grass soft under my feet. I knew that everyone was still in the van, giving my some space. I stood there as the wind blew softly against my face, and I felt stray tears flow softly down my cheeks. I felt someone walk up behind me, I turned and looked up into those green eyes. I leant my head against his chest as hugged me softly. We didn't say anything. We didn't need to. I walked slowly to the wall where years ago I had leaned against, laughing with Jonathan. I fingered the rough brick wall, thinking back to that fateful day. As I brushed my fingers against the wall, I suddenly stopped short. Now after discovering more than my share of secret passageways at my time at Gallagher, I knew what a door or a hiding place felt like. This one brick was slightly out of place. At a glance you would never know. But at touch you could imagine it was just a flaw in the building. But I knew better. I gently took out the brick and suddenly I felt a cool metal on the tips of my fingers. I saw a silver bracelet, along with a small piece of paper with Cammie written on it. My breath caught. I felt Zach look at the piece of paper from my shoulder, obviously confused. I slowly opened the piece of paper.

Dear Cammie,

I guess since you've found this, that you have finally discovered the loose brick which we leant against for the last 2 days. I always knew you'd find it Cammie. It was only a matter of time. I'm writing this two days before our mission, before the action starts. You're at the bakery across the street buying a light snack and I can see your silhouette in the soft light of the bakery. I smile at your back, knowing you're probably buying a chocolate croissant and a coffee, and probably buying a small pastry for me. I know that we've been considering going out lately, but I think I know what should happen. You see Cammie, I love you. But not in that way. I love you like a sister, a best friend, my most trusted family member. You mean so much to me. But I don't think either you or I really feel connected in that way. I know that one day you'll find someone who will see you like I do, an angel who can kill someone in so many ways. I'm laughing at your expression at that sentence. Your eyes a little wide, your mouth trying not to smile. I know you so well Cammie, and I think that we should stay best friends. I think one day I will probably die, because I have never been the best in the field. You have though. I was walking past a stall this morning and found a bracelet which to me screamed your name. And so if I'm ever gone Cammie, remember me. Because I will never forget you, Chameleon.

Your forever,

Jonathan Ross

I was crying so hard now, almost laughing at the way you would say one thing and suddenly switch to another, Jonathan like how you were in real life. I felt Zach's arm around my shoulder as I slipped on the silver bracelet. You were right Jonathan, it was me. A simple chain with a silver rose, and the moment I slipped it on, something clicked. Something was finally were it belonged. As I turned away from wall and started walking away, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. I had finally found Jonathan's last letter. I had found a part of him that I almost knew was there but could never find it. I slipped quietly into the van, with Zach's arm around my waist. I looked across at my girlfriends and silently handed them the letter. The guys read it as well. I didn't mind. It was something to set free, not something to cling onto. Everyone smiled softly at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Guys?" I asked quietly looking at everyone in the van, surveying my friends. Bex, Macey, Liz, Grant, Jonas, Nick and Zach all turned and looked at me. I leaned into Zach slightly as I smiled at my friends.

"Thanks."

"For what?" Everyone asked, looking at me. I thought back to my conversation with Zach this yesterday I closed my eyes and smiled lightly as I felt Zach slide his arms around me.

"For everything."