Chapter 47

Lauren Jauregui's Point Of View

I could hear that soft voice speak in the background, but I couldn't understand absolutely anything of that was said. I found myself completely heavy with the drowsiness and exhaustion. I shifted my body slowly on the soft bed sheets of Collins' bed, and tried to open my eyes. It was still night, because there was no sign of the sun.

That's when I spotted Camila standing on the balcony of her room. She was only wearing a thin robe and she was partially leaning forward, resting her arms on the iron edge of the small balcony. Between her fingers, a cigarette, maybe, due to the lit tip it couldn't be anything else. My sight was a bit blurry and my brain slower because of my exhaustion. Was she talking to someone? No, it was the middle of the night. I rested my head on the soft pillow, closing my eyes again. And then I heard a noise, and opened them again, feeling my eyelids heavy.

-I thought you were sleeping. - she murmured quietly as she left some object