Chapter 59

Camilla’s pov Darkness did not exist only outside. It now resided within me, infiltrating my everyday existence. Sitting heavy on my chest, I sensed it as a cold weight. I ignored my desire to push it away. Hands shaking, I walked to the room. What am I growing to be? A monster? Not yes. Not at all a monster. Simply someone weary of being weak. This is someone who is prepared to do whatever it takes. Alejandro came in, eyes fixed on me. "You alright??" I nodded back. Does it look like I'm good? He gave no response. I detested his worried demeanor. He seemed incapable of repairing my disintegration. "I can manage this," I said, my voice more cutting than I intended. Allow me to assist. "Nobody assists anymore." That's not the case anymore. Later, I sat facing the wall with hands encircling a cup of cold coffee. They all believe I am robust. They fail to see the fissures. Is it poison or is it power? Every time I decide to do something that seems wrong but is required, the line blurs. Th