On the way to the park where they'd previously spent so much time together, Cameron couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. Much like she used to do, actually, back when they were still together... and even back when he'd first left. For a long time, Cameron dreamed at night and even during the day that he would come back, sweep her off of her feet all over again, and they could just start over. She'd cry herself to sleep and wake up with her cheeks still wet, but she would go through the day like nothing was wrong.<br/><br/>Now that's not to say that she's the best actress in the world, because she's not. She didn't miss the looks that people gave her, the ones where people felt sorry for her. They wanted to reach out, ask her how she was doing and if she was okay. And some did, but her answer was always the same: "I'm fine." Was she? Far from it. But eventually, people stopped asking. They either got tired of the same answer over and over again or they actually started to believe her. And eventually, she'd managed to fool even herself.<br/><br/>But now, having Sean so close to her again brought all of those emotions flooding back. She was on the verge of crying the entire walk, but she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from making a sound. Blinking away the tears that threatened to overflow, she hastily rubbed her eyes on the way into the little house, when her back was to him. And she settled on one side, hugging her knees to her chest as she finally allowed herself to look at him. Really look at him.<br/><br/>Though he'd changed in small ways here and there, he was still the same person who'd left her all that time ago.<i>The same one who hurt you.</i>She reminded herself as she reiterated her timeframe, resting her chin on her knees. He removed the sunglasses and the hat, and seeing his eyes again caused her breath to hitch. He sat indian style across from her, and it was obvious to Cam that he was trying to speak but didn't quite have the words. A small part of her felt bad for him, but then again... this was his fault.<br/><br/>"An unfortunate position?" Hearing him say that he'd been on the way to see her made the vice grip around her heart tighten even more. A few tears did escape now, especially as he kept going, and apologized for not taking her with him. She'd daydreamed about that, too, actually. That he would come back and scoop her with him, kidnap her away from this town and they would go on the road together. She'd had all sorts of daydreams regarding the two of them, not all that she'd admit out loud.<br/><br/>Silence fell between them for a long moment before she realized he was waiting for her to talk. His last words echoed over and over again in her head, and for a moment, she could feel herself giving him. Wanting to throw herself on him, wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest to just get it all out. Have him rub her back and rest his head on hers, maybe run his fingers through her hair like he used to. But there was no way they could go back.<br/><br/>"I listened, you know." She finally broke the silence. "To the news surrounding you and your fame. For a long time." She nodded softly, looking down at the floor of the house between them. Feeling so vulnerable and exposed, she wanted to run. But she forced herself to say what she felt she needed to. "But it just got to be too hard. And now, seeing you back..." Lifting her gaze to his, she offered him a small smile. "It's too late, Sean. You have... you have your career. I have-" What did she have? "This." She finally said, shrugging softly. "Our lives don't mesh anymore. You made your choice."