Cash boyxboy (Insanity, or Sane)

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NASHS POV
After what happened with Cam Last night kept me up at night. I couldn't stop thinking about what makes him do all these things... Eventually, the sun rose while Cam stirred in his sleep. He's so beautiful. Everything about him, every single feature. Why? Why am I already falling so early? "Goodmorning" someone interrupted my thoughts. "I'm really sorry if I kept you up at night, I... Just had a bad dream. That's all" TBH I didn't even know why he was apologizing. "You shouldn't apologize, it's ok. No need to be sorry" He looks up with those eyes that I just adore. It's as if he's staring in my soul, reading every single mistake or achievement I've ever made. " Ok. I'll be on my way now. Goodbye" Before I could say anything and protest, he gets up, gets dressed, then leaves in one swift movement. Without anything else being said. I didn't know how I felt. Disappointed? Sad? Happy? Annoyed? Heartbroken? I was deeply conflicted with my emotions. Then again, aren't we all?
Camerons POV
I couldn't stay any longer, I couldn't just put him in danger like that. Besides, I'm on the run, therefore I can't be caught. I escaped from the asylum where they held me as if I was a prisoner telling me I was crazy. I can never be forgiven. I'm a sin, a disappointment to the world, and to my once/former family.. That's it. Go find your family. You never finished the job we asked you to do! "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!" I say clutching the palm of my hands against my ears. We are still here, and we aren't going anywhere. That's why you lost all your friends. Your mom, and most importantly, your sister. Tears then start to pour out of my eyes as if they were faucets. That's a day I would never forget. But I know something that would relieve me for a bit. I go to a local gas station and go lock myself in the bathroom. Here it comes, shining brighter than a silver or gold medal you win for being a winner. This is more for me, a loser, who needs to be taught a lesson on what real pain means and what satisfaction is, for I would get a little ray of it. Slicing my wrists. There's one, then two, soon I'm laying on the ground with twenty-three new open wounds. Slicing my wrists as if it was my birthday and I was cutting a cake, being happy I made it through another year. Now here I am, slicing my wrists so I can die and won't be able to make it. Complete opposite. Your a disease. A disgust and disgrace to all.kill yourself and those were the last things I heard before falling in a deep slumber...
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JESUS IM SO SORRY!!!! Welp, I UPDATED AND IM DONE WITH EXAMS SO YAYYYY! I love anyone who is liking this book so far 💙 I honestly didn't realize I had 100 READS!!! Again, I love you guys❤️ and always remember, cut cake, not wrists. Stay strong my lovelies... I made it and fought, you can too..