Hope anda have happy holidays.

This is a cadley fanfic I wrote for you. It's in Cameron's POV.

I remember:
The first time I saw you,
The first time we kissed,
The first time anda berkata ''I cinta YOU''
And when anda walked away from me


The first time time I saw you-
anda were in the ER looking for a case. When I saw you, my stomach filled with butterflies, fluttering around like wild. My mind went blank. anda were beautiful. Long brown hair tied into a rough ponytail, porselen skin and bright green eyes that could look through anda and into your soul. I didn’t know why I was feeling this way. I’d never felt like this about a girl. I tried to do my job but I kept thinking about her. She was etched on my mind.



The first time we kissed-
I looked into your eyes. anda cupped my face with your hand. goosebumps raced up my arms, the hair at the back of head stood up at your touch. anda smiled a gentle smile filled with hope. I found myself smiling back despite feeling nervous. Carefully we brought our faces closer. anda leaned in almost eagerly, yet slowly. Briefly our lips brushed, I pull back slightly looking into your eyes. Then we gently kissed again this time with lebih passion. Slowly the ciuman softens and our breathing deepens. Together we share a small breathless laugh. anda ran your hand through your hair and I looked away, confused, joyful, and full of passion. Did we really just share that kiss?



The first time anda berkata I cinta you-
We were cuddling on the couch, relaxing after a hari of work. anda kissed my forehead. "What was that for?" I asked. “I cinta you," She whispered into my ear. This confection filled me with hope and joy.



And when anda walked away from me-
anda took all your stuff and my jantung and all anda left me was a letter.

Dear Alison
I'm terribly sorry I had to do this through a letter; this is not easy for me at all, honestly, as I cinta anda with all my heart. I've been thinking about this long and hard and I've come to the conclusion that I should leave. I don’t want to burden you. I can't handle dragging anyone else down with me especially you. anda watched your first husband die; I don't want anda to go through that again. I don't want anda to see me lose control of my body and mind. I care about anda so much and that is why I have to leave.
Love, Remy


That night I cried my self to sleep clutching that letter. I cinta anda and still do.