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Jamie couldn’t just leave her at that crime scene, he refused to let that be their goodbye. The last memory he had of her couldn’t be an awkward glance and a few poorly chosen words, it just couldn’t be. He knew she was leaving soon, but he had time to make things right one last time… right? Which is why he was currently stood outside her flat, a single rose in his hand. Truthfully, he had been there for fifteen minutes already; everytime he raised his hand to knock, his nerves got the better of him and he let it fall back down.
He hadn’t even realised the door had been opened until he looked up to see he was face to face with Kam. “Jamie? How long have you been out here? Is everything alright?”
She looked so concerned, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, because he was the one who made her feel like that. “Yeah I’m fine. I’m sorry for calling ‘round so late, I just-” He cut off his own nervous rambling by holding up the rose in his left hand. Kam wordlessly took the flower from him, smiling a little and twirling it around in her hand.
“Come in.” She stepped aside, holding the door open so Jamie could enter the flat. He walked in, stopping and standing awkwardly by the sofa. Kam closed the door and turned to him, a small smile on her face. The smile disappeared when she saw tears building in his eyes. “Jamie? What’s going on? Talk to me.” She walked up to him and laid a gentle hand on his arm.
“I’m just not ready to let you go.” A tear fell, and Kam had to do everything in her power to keep her cool.
“Oh Jay…” She wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same to her, hugging her as tight as he could. She rested her head on his shoulder, and that was the last straw. The floodgates opened and he cried, burying his face in her hair. Kam just held on to him tighter, letting her own tears fall. For a few minutes all the pair did was stand there in each other's arms. “I’m sorry I have to go. The opportunity is just...”
“I know.” Jamie pulled away. He did know she had to go, and he wouldn’t stop her. He loves her, and wants the best for her; if that means letting her go, then so be it. Who was he to stop her from living her dreams? Jamie brought his head down, resting his forehead on hers.
“Kam I-“
“I know.”
“Just let me say it, I can’t take it if you don’t know, you deserve to know.”
“Jamie, please don’t make this any harder.”
Kam reached up to cup his face in her hands, using her thumbs to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Remember last year? When we went on that date to the gardens?” She paused.
“Ah yes, I remember. I was wearing that awful blue suit… and it was raining too.”
“Hey! I liked the blue suit, you looked quite dashing. And the rain was nice, we danced for ages. Well I danced, you just sort of copied me.” Kam let out a small chuckle.
“That’s not fair, I was great.” He protested, trying to lighten the mood.
“You were.” She leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Jamie…”
He nodded, understanding immediately what she was trying to say. “Can we dance again? Just one last time…”
Kam smiled a sad smile, lifting her head off of his shoulder, nodding. They turned on the radio, deciding to stick with whichever song came on first. The upbeat melody of you me at six’s straight to my head filled the room. Jamie grabbed Kam’s hand and led her to the middle of her flat. Together, they began to sway to the beat, and for those few minutes, they both felt at home.
I wanna be, wanna be where you are
I wanna feel, wanna feel twenty-one
Going straight to my head like you used to
Wouldn't change anything that we've been through