Camilla
It feels so weird to be here, back at home. So far no one has made me feel like I'm a failure or like what I did was my fault, but I still feel it in the air. They warned me it was going to be difficult, they told me I should have waited longer, but I thought love would conquer all.
"Camilla? There's something here for you," my mom calls.
I go down the stairs and see a huge bouquet of flowers. This is nothing like the one I received with the note, these are wildflowers, simple flowers, arranged in perfect chaos that suits me better. I know without a doubt that this time it is Scott who sent them.
I go and grab the card, dreading the content, but also hopeful of what it could say. I feel like I did what I wanted to do, I proved that I was set up and that I'm a good person after
