Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine.
I was really sad after I found out about Cam. English isn't my first languaje, so I apologize already for any grammatical mistake that you might come across.
Your first thought after waking up is: my fault.
And then while you're brushing your hair, taking your school bag or tying your shoes it turns into: his fault.
(You try to not think about the way he used to smile at you or said your name. You attempt to don't feel the hurt, the agony, the despair of it all.)
Because you were there for him, weren't you?
Yes, you were, and he didn't care.
My fault.
Our fault.
His fault.
Their fault.
It doesn't matter in the end. He's dead and you're alive. He's gone. Cam left you behind, left this big hole right in the middle of your existence.
You smile and you talk, and maybe someday the pain will pass and you'll remember him with nothing else but nostalgia and love. You will miss him and you will learn, and you will move on and remember to never forget.
And you will still love him, above anything else.
