[ And the stars are black and cold ]Miami Beach in the height of summer, right before college went back in session, was the place to be if you wanted to lose yourself. There were bigger cities, bigger places, but none so delicious as Miami Beach. It was relatively safe in that she spoke every language that came this way. There were laws against certain things that she didn't want to happen to her and, for the most part, they were followed. She wasn't going to wake up a drug mule and that was the most important part.
There were several parties every night at several clubs. Cami didn't think she'd be able to get in anywhere that there was
real money because despite how far her looks had gotten her in some places, they were not model-grade. Still, in the right dress with her fluid Spanish she was able to get in somewhere that she might not have otherwise, flirting with the bouncer until he let her squeeze by when no one was looking.
God had given her a gift. She used it as often as possible.
Blue eyes skimmed the crowd until she found the group she wanted to leech off of for the rest of the night. Much like the bouncer she smiled and flattered her way into free drinks and dance partners that would keep off the vultures, never mind that they themselves were a pack of hyenas. She wasn't stupid, she'd played this game, she knew what they were expecting. She'd intended to make good on it because it was a place to stay, a body to lose herself in, to clear her mind with.
Instead? Instead she ended up sneaking out the back door to change into her boots and coat in an alleyway. Roving the streets she hopped a portal back to the island before snagging one that led to her home nation. It was unlikely, in the middle of the night, that she'd run into anyone that recognized her. Especially not in the isolated cove they'd all played in as children. Sitting in the sand, listening to the tides, she looked up at the stars.
United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama, Haiti, Jamaica, Peru... Over and over the comfort songs she'd used to rely on and had almost forgotten scrolled through her mind. Calmed Camille down so that she could think about what she was doing and what was
wrong with her. Was it the idea of being tied down to two people? Her heart told her that it wasn't because it made her so happy that it was almost painful to be around. What was stopping her? What was hurting her?
She didn't know. It hurt worse to not know, to know that she had a knife sticking inside of her somewhere, that emotionally she was bleeding to death and couldn't stop it. Was this what had happened to her mother? Was this how Cami had come to grow up in a home where love was a curse worse than whore? It terrified her.
As the sun rose over Antigua she knew she had to go home but didn't know what to tell Otto when she got there. Didn't know how to talk to Maebe who seemed to not want to deal with Cami when she wasn't naked or laughing.
Arms wrapped around herself as the Sun let out a long sigh. Pulling out her phone she sent a single text.
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Text to Otto, Maebe:I'm sorry.
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