I walked through the cemetery, heading to a familiar spot. My mother died a few years ago and I miss her terribly every single day. She had cancer, and we knew she was gonna die… but I just wasn’t ready to let go.

When I saw her gravestone I sat down next to it, as per usual, “Hi mom. I miss you.” I said, solemnly. I talked to her for a few more minutes, before heading to school. It was bright and early on a Monday morning. The worst days ever in my opinion.

I walked into the building, immediatly hit with the scent of sol de janeiro perfumes and sweaty teenagers. When I was at my locker, getting my books for my science class, I noticed a note sticking out of one of my binders. When I opened it, all it said was… well, nothing. It was blank. I rolled my eyes and kept my head down, wishing I could just disappear.

I sat down in my usual seat in the classroom, but then saw that on the board it said we were going to change up the seating chart. Great. I had to be sat next to my enemy, Cam.

I picked up my stuff and walked over to my new seat, and when I got there, Cam was smirking at me. Just what I need, to dread school even more. “Sup’ Em.” Was the first thing he said. I just looked at him, then looked away, not wanting to get into anything.

“C’mon! Like the old days.” He begged sarcastically. At his words I tensed. Here’s the thing, me and Cam used to be the best of friends, well, until he became all popular and stuff and decided he was too good to even look in my direction. Then came the bullying. He said things that I told him in confidence, and trusted him not to tell anyone. And now a whole bunch of people know some of my deepest secrets. And… the thing is, I tried to erase him from my life, but… he was there for me when my mom died, he helped me through it, and part of me… just doesn’t want to let go.

“Cam. Please stop, I’m just trying to get through the day.” I said, pleadingly. By now the teacher has started the lesson and I just want to focus on my work.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me, how’s the whole dead mom situation going for ya?” He asked, a smug grin plastered onto to his face. My jaw dropped. He’s said stuff about everything else I’ve ever told him. But he hadn’t said anything about my mom. Until now. Tears welled in my eyes, and I raised my hand to ask a question.

“Yes, Emma?” He called on me. “Um, can I go to the bathroom?” I asked. He nodded and I practically ran out of the room. Instead of going to the bathroom, I roamed the halls, tears falling down my face at a rapid pace, and my breathing uneven. I leaned against my locker and fell to the floor, in agony.

How could he say that? He knows how her death affects me more than anyone does. More than my own father. So how could he?

“Em!” I heard someone call out. I recognized the voice, and it was Cam, so I just ignored him and continued crying myself to death. I heard his footsteps getting closer and then he dropped to his knees beside me. “I’m sorry. I know I went to far it’s just… I don’t know. My friends they are ruthless, and I try to be like them so they do t think I’m some weirdo… but It hurts me that I hurt you.” He said in one long breath.

I looked up at him, my sadness turning into anger. “No, Cam. You don’t get to try and make me feel sorry for you. Not after everything you have don’t to torment me in the past year and a half. You don’t deserve my pity. And even if you did, you wouldn’t get it. You’ve made my life a living hell to the point where I don’t even want to live anymore. Goodbye Cam. Because it’s the last time you’ll be seeing me.” I said to him angrily, storming out of the school, tears falling off my face as the wind blows my hair out of my face. I walked the long way to my towns bridge, resting my arms on the rails, contemplating the decision. Then. I jumped. The feeling of falling, the feeling of being free was finally getting to me.

And then there was light. “Em? Wha- what are you doing here sweetie?” I heard someone ask me. My eyes immediatly shot open to a vision of my mother standing in front of me. “Where am I?” I asked her, standing up. “You’re not anywhere, but not nowhere. I don’t know how to explain it, but that would mean… you’re dead?” She asked horrified.

“Mom… he was torturing me. I couldn’t stand it anymore…” I said quietly, tears falling down my face again. She cupped my cheek, wiping the tears. “Who baby? Who was it?” She asked. “Cam…” I whispered, a sob escaping

“Cam? Really? But he was your best friend before… what changed?” She asked, pulling me into an embrace. “He became friends with all of the popular, mean guys and decided I wasn’t worth risking his new friends… or something like that.” I cried on her shoulder, for what seemed like minutes, but was probably hours. I’ve noticed this place has a really weird time schedule.

“Em?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to see who it was and was met with Cam.

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At Emma’s funeral (A week prior to him showing up in wherever they are)

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Cams POV:

Tears streamed from my face as I approached her casket. She looked so peaceful… how could I have done that to her? I’m such an awful person.

“Dude, you’re really crying?” One of my friends asked me, snickering. “Yes. She was my best friend a few years ago. Until I started hanging out with you guys and you forced me to distance myself from her, and be mean to her and make her life miserable. So yes. I’m crying. I’m crying because I’m the reason she’s dead in the first place! I’m crying because I should have stopped when I realized what it was doing to her, bit you guys egged me on, peer pressuring me to. I’m crying because I miss her and I don’t know what to do with my life anymore.” I exclaimed.

I turned back to her corpse, planting a small kiss on her forehead before heading into the pews. Her father stopped me before I could get past the first row. “Hey, Cam. Um, do you want to come up here and sit with the family? You’re basically part of it anyways. I’m… sure it’s what Emma would have wanted.” He said, his voice breaking. “Uh, sure, thank you sir.” I said awkwardly.

He lead me to the benches and told me I could sit anywhere. I just sat on the end, farthest away from Em’s family.

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Time skip: Four days later

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I couldn’t take it. All my friends have dropped me, I couldn’t focus on any of my class work, and it just feels… wrong to be anywhere I’ve been with Em… without her here anymore. I just couldn’t. I walked to the same place they found her body, and threw myself over the railing.

First I saw nothing. Then, light. And then… Emma. “Em?” I asked, walking towards her. She turned around, her face growing puzzled. “Cam?” She asked, leaving the embrace of her mother and walking towards me.

“What are you doing here?” We asked at the same time. “Didn’t I… didn’t I just die?” She asked. I shook my head. “No, about two weeks ago…” i told her. “Why are you here?” She asked again. “I… i just couldn’t live in a world without you… I missed you too much, and I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness, or you, or anything… but I’m hoping that I can earn back your trust eventually…” I said fast. I guess that’s a thing now. When i get nervous I talk fast.

“Cam… you didn’t have to die to get me to forgive you… I think I did, but… I don’t know…” she said. I pulled her into a hug, never wanting to let go. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through before…” I whispered into her ear. “Me too… but… Ive missed you Cammy.” She whispered. My heart skipped a beat at the old;l, familiar nickname. “I’ve missed you two Em” I said.