Looking back, I have to wonder if I was ever even in the game
Guess it doesn’t fuckin’ matter
’Cause the outcome was always meant to be the same
Sharp, jagged pieces all over the floor
That’s all that was left when she walked out the door
Camera in her hands
All I wanted was to see the world through her lens
Would it be beautiful, magical, or would it all be a blur?
Would I ever know what she’s thinking?
Or would I always wonder why I was never enough for her?
Sharp, jagged pieces all over the floor
That’s all that was left when she walked out the door
At his words, my body stills, chills racing up my spine. My eyes stay locked on Camden as he sings about a woman with a camera. He couldn’t be talking about me. There’s no way. Mentally, I shake my head for even coming up with such an outlandish notion. It has to be a coincidence. It wouldn’t even make any sense because we’ve never dated, so how could I have possibly broken his heart. No, I’m clearly overthinking things. I chalk my crazy thinking up to the shit David was giving me earlier about Camden, mixed with the couple of drinks Bailey convinced me to get… until he sings the next few lines.
Nobody warned me how hard it would be
To watch that gorgeous woman walk away from me
Thousands of miles apart
Should’ve been easier than this to piece back together my heart
I suck in a sharp breath, tears filling my lids. This can’t be a coincidence. I’m the girl with the camera. I left for Boston and didn’t return until now. He moved thousands of miles away. Too many pieces fit together, but none of them make any sense.
Like the perfect lens has been shattered
I’m trying to see past her, but she’s all that mattered
Life has turned into one blurry mess
I need to refocus, finally put her to rest
Sharp, jagged pieces of my broken heart all over the floor
That’s all that was left when she walked out the door
The crowd cheers when the song ends, clearly loving it. The guys make their way off the stage, but I can’t move. My feet are stuck, and my head is numb. My heart is racing beneath my rib cage, causing my body to vibrate. Thoughts of all the times David was pissed about Camden, accusing him of wanting to get in my pants, saying we can’t be friends because guys and girls can’t just be friends hit me hard. I chalked it up to him being jealous over nothing. But was he right? Was I blind? Did Camden want more with me, and I had no idea?
And then, just before they disappear, Camden stops and glances my way. His eyes land on mine, and I swear, my heart stops. Like literally stops. His eyes widen slightly, his nostrils flaring. I wait with bated breath to see what he’ll do. Will he come over? Walk away?
My questions are answered when he steps toward me, not stopping until we’re mere inches apart. He’s still shirtless, dripping with sweat. It’s hard to breathe, and my head is spinning. I open my mouth—to say what, I’m not sure—but before any words can come out, Camden leans in. I think he’s going to say something, but his lips softly land on my cheek. Unconsciously, I inhale, and the scent of him damn near knocks me on my ass. He still smells like the same cologne—warm with a spicy undertone. It’s the same cologne he’s been wearing for years. It’s not until his scent hits me that I realize how much I’ve missed that smell… missed him. It’s like sitting by the fire on a cold night. I could wrap myself up in his scent and feel content.
He pulls back slightly, and his green eyes bore into mine for a long moment before he finally speaks. “You look good, Shutterbug. Really damn good.” Then without another word, he turns his back on me and disappears, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened.
“Layla,” a feminine voice says, clearing some of the fog in my head. “Are you okay?”
I look at Bailey, who’s biting her lip in worry. “Was that…?” I drag in a breath, then release it harshly. “Was that song… about…?” I can’t even finish my question, a lump of emotion clogging my voice. I already know the answer, but I need someone else to say it, to confirm it.
“About you?” she finishes. “Yeah.”
“Did you know?”
She shakes her head. “I mean, I knew he wrote it. I’m back and forth between here and LA, and I hear the songs they’re recording. But I didn’t know he was going to sing it tonight. I swear.”
“I don’t understand,” I breathe. “He said I broke his heart, but it doesn’t make any sense. He’s the one who left without so much as a goodbye. He’s the one who said he needed space.”