Camila’s POV
I was standing on the bow of the ship, staring into the night, and mesmerized by the water I was seeing around, and the water seemed black with the night, but it was beautiful nonetheless
The gentle rocking of the ship lulled me into a trance, and I was lost, utterly lost in thought, my mind weaving through the tapestry of memories and what-ifs that always seemed to find me in such quiet moments.
I thought about what Dylan had said to me in the cab on our way to the hotel Miles had gotten us ready, and I shivered at the thought. She was right though, really, but it wasn’t just easy to get over things like that, especially when one had no idea what had made things happened the way they did.
I rubbed my arms and realized that the breeze here was much more than what I was us
