The single light on the ceiling in the middle of this holding room were flickering on and off making that buzzing sound that can make anyone go insanely crazy.
"She said she wanted a change, she wanted to renew her life." I say aimlessly playing with the lose thread on my ripped up shirt.
"What is that suppose to even mean ?", he asked.
"She said she wasn't the same since the incident, she said something snapped inside her and the whole world spun counter clock wise changing her whole demeanor.", I say.
"Stop giving me this whole deep quote bullshit", he said getting worked up slamming his fist against the table, I don't even flinch, I've experienced worse with 'her',"For once tell me what you say beside what 'She said'." He finishes off.
I look up to stare intently in his tinted grey eyes looking down on me waiting for a response.
"We've all gone a little mad sometimes, haven't you ?"
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I'm not crazy camila/you
Fanfiction"You need serious help", I tell her in a scared yet concerned tone. She shakes her head at me with a wicked smile plastered onto her features and this mischievous sparkle in her eye as she stared at me. "No, I seriously need you"
