1. Cam's P.O.V
"Remember how things used to be?" said Cameron as he took another glance at my wrist. "Those mornings you'd collect rocks and put them in a jar under your bed" he smirked. "Your parents thought you just really liked them. They'd laugh and call you a strange child. But it wasn't because you liked them. That was our little secret."
Tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Cam please." He cut me off. "Every night you would throw a rock at my window. That was your signal to me that you needed me." He paused. Digging his head into his hands to keep me from seeing him cry. Cameron gasps for air and continues. "All those nights I'd climb into your window and hold you close until you fell I asleep. At first I didn't understand. I didn't know what that really meant to you, so I stopped showing up. But now I know ..I should've stayed."
As I began to cry he held my hand. "Cameron you kept me from falling apart. You protected me and made me feel safe. There was only so much you could've done." He stood up and walked away. Thinking that was possibly our last conversation I dug my head into my hands as I began to cry uncontrollably.
"Here" says a shaky voice. I looked up to see Cameron standing in front of me with his hands full of rocks. "What's this for?" I asked. "I want you to throw it at my window every night. I want to hold you together. I want to protect you from yourself and everyone else. But most importantly, I want to see you smile again. So please, throw rocks at my window."