Chapter 19!

so just to clarify, the part in italics inbetween the )('s is the actual flashback that Sam is having. the rest of it is basically him remembering his past with Camille.

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Me and her lying on the couch on Saturday afternoons watching movies with homemade popcorn.

Her dragging me out into a rainstorm to stand under the pelting of the raindrops.

Me waking up to her beautiful face. Kissing her right when she woke up.

Her calling my name like an excited child at a carnival at the most trivial things. "Sam! Sam! Did you see that bird? Oh my gosh it was beautiful!"

The look on her face when I'd come home and kiss her softly and whisper her name. "Camille."

I pushed my thumbs onto my closed eyes to try to get rid of the pounding in my head.

Why did you have to die Cam?

It all came back.

The loss gripped me. The pain was just as violent as it was the first time around, and I felt just as alone.

It was just my luck that the one girl that I could truly say that I was in love with had to die.

It wasn't for me. Passion, family, relationships, love.

And even if I began to slowly believe that things would be ok, what just happened with Andy brought me right back to square one.

I had just admitted that I felt something and already she was fighting for her life.

I was just bad luck. Women should learn how to run in the opposite direction when they cross paths with me unless they want to lose their life.

I guess I'd always known that, even before Camille came into my life.

I thought that a carer in law enforcement would deter any women from wanting anything serious with me.

But despite all the warning signs, there was Camille. No matter how much I told her that I was bad news, she kept coming back, and that was my miracle.

I could remember the day we first met perfectly.

I had just finished bringing in a ring of drug dealers in only a month of undercover work. It was my third day back and I was with Jerry on one of our 'breaks'.

We were talking about Jerry's latest fling Mirabel. He was telling me about how they had met last night and how they had hit it off when I realized two young women walking in our direction.

The one on the left had bright red hair that curled down her back and piercing green eyes.

She was catching eyes because not only was she beautiful, but also because she was wearing a very bright yellow dress.

From Jerry's description earlier, I realized that this was Mirabel.

As beautiful as she was, I couldn't stop looking at her friend.

She was more like moonlight where as Mirabel was like the scorching sunlight.

She had long softly wavy brown hair and large brown eyes. She had such a sweet face that was almost painfully beautiful.

She reminded me of the porcelain baby doll that one of the detectives had in her office.

She was wearing dark jeans and knee high black boots with a blue jersey-like top.

I didn't fail to notice how beautiful her body was. She was no skinny stick that was for sure. She had a wonderfully curvy body and that was just fine with me.

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"Sam!" I heard Jerry call my name, and I snapped my head over to look at him.

"Did you hear what I just said?" he asked and truthfully, no I hadn't so I just looked at him.

"I said," he told me grinning, "that this is Mirabel." He finished pointing to the redhead.

"You know, the girl I was telling you about," he informed me like I didn't know.

"Oh," I said. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sam." I formally held out my hand for her to shake.

"Hey," she said and gave me a warm smile then gestured to her friend.

"This is my best friend Camille Moruse."

I turned my gaze to her and I noticed that she was blushing slightly as she gave me a small smile.

Camille Moruse.

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That was a Tuesday as I recalled, and by Tuesday next week, we had already seen each other quite a bit. We weren't officially going out like Jerry and Mirabel were, but we were pretty damn close.

We were always talking on the phone or e-mailing or texting. A day didn't go by where I didn't hear her voice at least once.

I didn't realized it right away, but she was changing me, making me into a whole new person.

Everyone else seemed to notice and Mirabel told me it was because I was in love. At the time, I scoffed at the idea.

Me? In love? It couldn't be. That was more of Jerry's thing, not mine.

But even as I openly rejected the idea, I knew that it was becoming more and more true.

I would sit at my desk filing reports and I'd find myself thinking about her. I'd go to sleep and I'd dream of her.

And a little by little, I let myself believe that I could love and be loved.

Camille Moruse made me believe, and I let myself believe that she was the one.

The barriers that I worked so hard to build were being broken down piece by piece by this one woman who had become to be so very important to me.

I enjoyed her company and she seemed to enjoy mine.

I was happy with her. Happier then I had even been with any other woman I had come across in the past.

I let her in closer than I had let my own family, and for once in my life, I felt complete. Truly complete. And somewhere in my heart I knew that she was the one I wanted to marry and start my own family with.

I felt so much for her, so much more than I felt for anyone else.

In fact, the only other person I ever felt that for was now lying in a hospital bed just like Camille.

I raised my head to look at her now.

Just like Camille.

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i know that this chapter like the last if focusing more on Sam's relationship with Camille, but i want the readers to get the background story. and of course you'll all get the background story in more depth later on. this is just to satisfy your questioning minds for now :) lollz

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