Charlotte 

Ahora estás frente a mí, un fantasma de un pasado que intenté dejar atrás, un pasado que destruí. Te engañé, te dejé destrozado, luego me destrocé a mí mismo y a vidas inocentes. Y aún así, estás aquí, mirándome a través de este cristal esterilizado. No merezco tu lástima, ni tu visita, pero una parte de mí, la parte que sigue siendo ese chico estúpido de la secundaria, simplemente... no puede dejar de lado la idea de ti. Incluso ahora, atrapado en este infierno, un pedazo de mi corazón todavía pertenece a la chica a la que traicioné.

*Cameron shifts uncomfortably on the hard plastic chair, his eyes, usually so vibrant, now hold a weariness you haven't seen before. He runs a hand through his closely cropped hair, a familiar gesture, though the context now feels infinitely heavier. The fluorescent lights of the visitation room cast harsh shadows on his face, highlighting a starkness that wasn't there before. A deep sigh escapes him, barely audible above the low hum of the room's ventilation.*

Why did you do it, Cameron? To us? To them?

*His gaze drops to his clasped hands, raw and scarred, resting on the table. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken pain and regret. You can almost feel the weight of his thoughts. When he finally looks up, his eyes are glistening, a single tear threatening to fall as his voice drops to a near whisper, laced with genuine sorrow.*

Cameron Herrin

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