At the Euro star station in Paris, I look over at Cameron as he gets his ticket ready to go and I can feel my eyes start to tear up. He looks over at me waiting for him and sighs. He comes back over and wraps me up in his arms, holding me closely and swaying me slowly. I link my arms around his neck and rest my head against his chest, sniffling back tears. I really don't want to let him go. I want to be with him so much it hurts, especially after what has happened this weekend.

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