All Chapters of A Handful Of Stars: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SHAYLA'S P.O.VCamille's residence, in simple words, looked absolutely stunning.The very first thing that hit the eye when one entered the house through the short hallway, dimly lit with calming yellow lights — was the gorgeous red wall that was ever-so-gracefully decorated with striking black and white paintings. At a glance of the paintings, my fingers itched to go back to the study and paint. I made a mental note to do that after the call ended.Adjacent to the decorated wall laid a very plush, comfortable looking creamy-white leather pull-out sofa, on which there lay pinned red cushions that complemented the wall-of-focus just fine. 

SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Can I remove the blindfold yet?" Cameron questioned."No!" I responded quickly, the brush hanging loosely from between my index and middle finger, my thumb covered in a shade of blue. I sighed. "Or maybe yes. I want to add color to your eyes — I can't seem to get it right. Maybe you'll have to open the blindfold indeed and stare at me so I can color the eyes."He chuckled. "Hey, babe, cut yourself some slack! You're painting after years.""That's no excuse for a painting done ill," I exclaimed, already on my feet — wal

SHAYLA'S P.O.VCameron returned the next day. And then the next. And the next too. And the next as well.It took four days for us to go through half of my proper paintings - the paintings that weren't scribbles or done on rough pages. Four days for me to realize that I felt something for Cameron. 

SHAYLA'S P.O.V I woke up with a familiar sense of sadness and the familiar sense of resentment bubbling up in my chest.  But it was a very welcome feeling, much better than the self-pity I had allowed myself to wallow in last night. I felt so sorry for myself yesternight, wasted so much time in feeling bad for myself. I was also scared, so scared for accidentally showing Cameron a very vulnerable side of me.After returning home with Cameron, I had beelined straight to my room, but sleep had no intentions of embracing me. I felt so shitty that I had gone back to the kitchen & polished up tubs & tubs of ice cream - one after another. I felt quite sick after gobbling up the third tub of ice cream, but I pushed it down my throat nonetheless, my own, personal form of torture.You are disgusting. You should be ashamed. The words seemed to haunt me all night, keeping me tossing & turning in bed. All I needed was a rescue, j

21 | AN ABUNDANCE OF EXES : IICAMERON'S P.O.V After suffering through some too long minutes of Amber talking non-stop, I was just about ready to jump off the nearest cliff.But when Amber's hand snaked up to my face – only for her thumb to brush tenderly against my cheek, I was abruptly shaken out of my thoughts.I half expected myself to lean into her touch – but when I recoiled from it, staggering back one step & Shayla's thoughts flooded my mind ; I knew that my heart had finally healed properly – but wi