Cam’s voice in Avalon’s head had been annoyingly adamant about a few key things. The first few, things like telling Maya that it wasn’t her fault, that she’d done all she could, she was happy to oblige to. Her and Maya had never been the best of friends, but for a few solid moments there when they’d both been running with the Saunders boys, they’d had something between them, a kind of unity. Even if they hadn’t, no one deserved to be feeling what Maya was feeling right now, and if telling her that she wasn’t to blame was going to help Cam’s spirit, or whatever, rest easy when he finally left Avalon’s head, it was worth it. In the end, however, the cons definitely outweighed everything else, even the pro of not being hungry anymore. Cam’s presence in her head meant the dull ache of numbness followed by sadness, then cycling back around again, filling her gut constantly. It also meant Cam’s voice begging her to talk to Nate, to remind him that his brother loved him, as if seeing Nate in the hall every day wasn’t already hard enough on Avalon. Today, though, was different and her will to fight Cam was weakening significantly so when she saw her exboyfriend standing my his locker she approached him, for the first time in months. A soft “Hey,” was all she could manage, the word coming out coarse, as if she hadn’t spoken in days, but to be fair, Avalon wasn’t totally sure when the last time she had spoken was. @karenindies
