You find it difficult to dwell on the negatives when Camden is around. He's so good at this—effortlessly cracking jokes and leaving you with a warm, tingling sensation through his heartfelt words. He'd hold you in his arms, gaze at you with an unwavering smile, then hold you some more. His laughter fills the room like a contagious gas.

"Okay, but you have to stop," He tells you abruptly, and you lack the proper context to understand what he means. "Stop pretending I'm still here."