Camila had fully convinced herself that he was dead.

He hadn't stirred an inch or mumbled a single word since they'd kissed goodnight some hours before, both habits of his she'd observed the more frequently she spent the night. It was a foolish thought but Camila figured it would make things much easier. Anything that would allow her to get out of this with ease was good as gold.

The grip of his strong arms around her body and the rise and fall of his chest said otherwise. His body felt heavy against hers, his embrace like a lock, It should have felt warm and loving, inviting and safe, like home. But instead it just felt smothering.

It all felt that way lately. Every kiss, every embrace. She felt trapped. Camila was trapped.
In the months to come this would soon be life as she knew it. The start of a new life with him. The start of a forever. Whatever was his would become hers and vice versa. They'd become one, a single unit. One beating heart. She liked the idea of it all when he'd first proposed it, high off of love and tangled between crisp sheets. But once the high wore off reality settled in and Camila found herself wondering if she really wanted be a single unit.

Everyone knew them as Harry and Camila. What if she didn't want to be known asHarry and Camila for the rest of her life? What if she wanted to just be Camila?

She'd tried. Tried picturing herself in this idea of forever. Camila tried picturing them settling into a cozy home in Cheshire, picking out pieces of china and furniture from thrift stores. She tried picturing them teaching their toddling baby to walk on glossy hardwood floors or the pitter patter of little feet rushing to their bed during a thunderstorm. She tried picturing Christmas dinners with grown children who'd long moved out of the house. She tried picturing them slow dancing in their living room with grayed hair and brittle bones . She tried. But Camila couldn't see herself in a single one of these scenarios.

She was young. They were young. Barely a quarter of their lives had passed them by. Most of their friends were wrapping up Uni and venturing out into the world in search of their own personal gratifications. But here they were, getting married. Pushing aside all their wants and dreams, sacrificing a little bit of themselves for each other.

"I love you."

"I need you."

"I want to be with you."

They'd both said it all. But in the end was it worth it? Was it worth sacrificing independence, identity? All in the name of love?

The chill of the night left goosebumps along Camila's skin as she pushed back the duvet and pried herself from his grasp. She wanted to run. Sneak out of the window, climb down the fire escape and escape into the city. Anything to get away. But she'd always been taught to face her problems.

Camila padded into the bathroom and flicked on the light switch. A lump formed in her throat as she stared at her reflection under the florescent lights. Frizzy hair, dark circles under her eyes and blemishes on her fair skin greet her. The pit of her stomach pools with anxiety and Camila's afraid she might vomit. She's not supposed to look this way, she's supposed to glowing. She's not supposed to feel this way, she'd supposed to be in love.

But she isn't .

"Babe, what are you doing out of bed?"

Camila jumps at his voice, slow and deep, laden with sleep. She takes a deep breath gripping tight to the porcelain of the sink.

"I-I'm not happy, Harry." She stutters, her back turned to him, long tresses shielding her face.

Harry sighs deeply before striding over to his love and rubbing soothing circles around the bare skin of her back, his fingers toying with the straps of her camisole every once in a while.

"Aww, love. Whatever it is, I'll fix it."

Her back is still turned to him. She simply can't face his penetrating jade eyes. The same eyes that made her heart seem to skip a beat.

Well, they used to.

"No. This is not something you can fix, Harry. Nobody can fix this. Nobody but me."
His eyebrows crinkled with confusion and he can't seem to quite wrap his head around everything she's saying.

"What are you saying, Cam?" Harry drags a hand through his curls that are tangled with sleep.

Camila can feel the tears stinging in the corner of her eyes and her breath hitches in her throat. This is hard to do but this is better. Better for him, better for her, but ultimately better for them.

"I don't want to get married anymore." She announces shortly. The lump in her throat seems to grow larger with each breath and she's afraid she might loose it.

Harry sighs deeply and his stomach drops. He's still half asleep, trying to absorb all her words and rather confused. He doesn't know what's brought on this sudden declaration and she won't look him in the eye. A wave of frustration washes over him, vexed that he can't read her body language . Even when he thought he knew her body so well.

"Fine. We don't have to." He sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist. His heart pumps with fear. Harry doesn't agree but he's more concerned with losing her than his with his own happiness. To lose her would absolutely break him. He'll do anything to keep her.

"As long as we're together, that's all that matters, yeah?" He drawls.

Camila stiffens in his embrace and Harry is not prepared for what comes next.

"I'm not in love with you anymore."

And just like that it was over.

It was the start of a new life, this time without each other. There were no more late night phone calls, no more Sunday mornings at his place, no more long drives and neck kisses and promises of love. They'd collected the trinkets they left at each other's places, deleted the pictures from their phones and erased the fond moments from their memories the best they could.

They weren't Harry and Camila anymore. Just Harry. Just Camila. Just two separate people. Just two separate beating hearts. Two people who'd drifted apart because no two hearts really beat the same.

Notes

This ain't easy, it's not meant to be. Every story has it's scars
- Adele, Remedy


Hello, it's me.
This is probably my first piece of writing that is not a one shot for new year! This story will be a mini fic so it probably won't be any longer than 5-10 chapters. Based upon the title and description and what you may have seen on tumblr this mini fic is inspired soley by Adele songs. You may or may not need to get your box of tissues ready and on hand and crank up the Adele!!

I've put together a list of songs by the queen herself that I think will fit this story so if you want to check it out you can find it here.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying writing this! Feel free to leave your thought, what you liked, what you didn't like ect, ect! I love to hear from you guys!

Thanks for reading, until next time!
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