The look Alex has is in eyes is one Camila cannot name. But it breaks her heart, because if she had to guess, he knew this was wrong too. They shouldn't be so upset with each other, with themselves. Shouldn't they be happy? But Camila wasn't happy; she was scared. She shakes her head, looking down. Tears well in her eyes as she launches herself at Alex, hugging him tight with her arms around his neck. "I can't do this," she cries into his warmth, holding onto him desperately for a minute, tears leaving her blue eyes down to his shirt. "I'm so sorry," she says weakly, scared out of her mind. Clinging to Alex for another moment, Camila tries to carve his memory into her skull before she pulls back, not able to look him in the eyes as she runs off. Just like that, out of no where, Camila runs. Faster than she had in a long time, fast enough that Alex wouldn't be able to catch her this time. She couldn't do this. Being so close to Alex and feel the world's distance between them was something Camila refused to live through. They obviously couldn't be together anymore, and that broke Camila's heart. She runs all the way back to their hotel room, gathers her things as quickly as she can into her suitcase, and leaves her key on the dresser. She couldn't do this anymore, she couldn't do it at all. Crying silently, Camila checks out of the hotel, and doesn't get on the bus. No, this time, she was going home.