Cameron grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the swing. 

Before I even knew what was going on, Cameron and I were holding hands, running across the playground like two little kids towards the big, colorful equipment with the slides.

Cameron grabbed my sides to help me up the first rubber-coated metal step that led to the little plastic bridge. I wasn't a hug fan of the bridge; it was the kind that moved when you jumped or walked across it. I always felt like I was going to fall off whenever I was on it.

Cameron continued following right behind me, offering me his hand to hold until we arrived at the bridge archway.

I let go of his him and started to step across the bridge while holding onto the chain rails on both sides. My ankles were wobbling with each step. The closer I was to the center, the more it moved. This part of the playground always felt dangerous, even we were child-sized. It was even worse now after all the years it had been used.

When Cameron stepped on behind me, his weight shifted the bridge and I started to lose my balance. I began to stumble forward until he wrapped his arm around me to hold me up. He stayed glued to my backside as we inched across step by step.

"Be careful, gorgeous." He whispered into me as he walked me across the swaying plastic boards to the next platform.

When we got to the next set of steps, he guided me up further to the very top slide. It was the one that only the bravest of the brave ever dared to go. It took me years of convincing Cameron to finally get him up there for the first time. He was always way more cautious than I was.

Cameron sat down on the little platform in front of the slide and patted the cold metal next to him for me to join.  I sat down and stretched my legs over the side of the step to let them dangle.

I leaned back on my hands and raised my head back towards the sky, drinking in the little bit of warmth coming off of the sun. It was so perfect that I almost forgot why we were here in the first place. Right now we were just two children playing like we used to. It was just Cameron and me.

"Will you tell me why you want to leave again?" He asked.

I met his light gray eyes. There was no anger in them. He was more relaxed and much calmer than I expected him to be. He was taking this much differently than the last time.

"It's who I am. I can't be someone I'm not. I can't give you this." I raised back up off my hands and pointed down at the happy little families together in the park. I choked back the tears. I wasn't doing this because I didn't love him; I was making this choice because I loved him too fucking much.

"Who says you can't, Jess? Why can't we have it all? How do you know you're not exactly where you are supposed to be?" Cameron scooted closer to me and held my head against his shoulder.

"You know why. I'm sick, Cameron. I have been sick since the day I was born.  I can't live the same way everyone else does.  My dad tried to and look where it got him—a crazy daughter who can't keep herself under control. I am in and out of the hospital. One wrong move and I shatter to pieces. I hurt the people around me and I hurt myself. I don't want you to have to live every day worried that I will lose it again. I want better for you, Cameron." I had always been a burden to him. Cameron was too blinded to see me for who I was.

"First of all, I have never heard your Dad complain once about having you for a daughter. In fact, it's quite the opposite, Jess. Every conversation I have ever had with him was about how amazing and precious you are. He loves your mom and brother deeply, but you are his world. And secondly, you know for a fact that your disorder has never mattered to me either."

"But it should, Cameron. You shouldn't want this." I cried.

"You can't change my mind about loving you. That ship sailed a long time ago. Stop hiding behind your condition because you are scared. You don't have to be afraid. I'm here with you and I will be until I take my last breath. Don't run from me again." Cameron pleaded.

"We can't do this. It will end badly for us." I said, staring off into the distance behind him at nothing in particular.

Cameron grabbed my hand in his. He raised his eyes to find mine and the tip of his tongue popped out a little. He ran it over his bottom lip like he was preparing to give me another speech. He was trying to find a way to convince me to stay.

He flipped my hand over a few times in his. My body froze when he turned my hand over and pressed something hard into my palm. When I lowered my head down to look at it, my heart sunk into my ass cheeks.  It felt like I had a little jumping bean inside my stomach. It was bouncing around and doing cartwheels as I stared down at the thin white band with a large crystal clear, sparkling stone at the top.

"I'm willing to take that chance if you are." Cameron held my hand as I blinked rapidly in shock.

I looked up into his eyes, unable to say anything. I didn't expect this, not like this, not today, or not ever, to be perfectly honest. I knew Cameron was husband material, but for someone else. Not for the crazy girl who strips all her clothes off in public when she forgets to take a dose of her medication.

"No," I said flatly and handed it back to him. 

"Fine, it's a no today, but I will never stop asking. One day you will say yes to me." He said confidently.

"No. I won't." I shook my head.

"How about we make another bet?" Cameron's eyes lit up.

"You cheat." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"No, I do not." He argued. "Just hear me out first before you decide."

Cameron leaned in and whispered in my ear. My mouth dropped open and I turned my head.  My hand might have been positioning itself to slap him on the back of his head for even suggesting what he just did.

This boy was out of his fucking mind. There was no way I could lose this bet.  

"What do you want if you win?" He asked me.

"I go back out on tour. You won't stop me or try to make me feel guilty about it this time." Cameron looked a little nervous at my terms. He was making a huge wager on this ridiculous bet. "We both know you aren't winning this one, but what do you want if you magically won?"

"You know what I want." He waved the ring around and then shoved it back in his pocket.

"Fine, you're on." I smiled back at him.

It wasn't like I had anything to lose on this one.

Cameron leaned into his radio on his shoulder and pressed the button.  A fuzzy voice came through the speaker to respond. 

"Can you relay a message back to the station?" He asked the girl on the radio.

"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.

"I'm taking the rest of the night off. I have a bet I have to go win." He winked and then pulled me over on top of his lap to straddle him.

His hands slid over my butt as he leaned up to kiss me. He pulled me in deeper until our tongues were battling against each other feverishly. I leaned back and watched him begin rocking his hips under me.

"Fuck. Cameron, stop. People can see us." I panted as I looked down. My head and mouth were saying one thing, but my body was on Cameron's side. It wanted the release.

"What are they going to do, call the cops?" Cameron grinned as he tortured me.