“C’mon. You know there’s more. Valerie, don’t tell me you’ll give up just like that. You have to get justice. For me. For yourself. I told you everything. I never left one detail away from you, why would I keep this detail? Please. Do it for me. Valerie, please!”

What’s happening? Is it.. it can’t be…Camellia?

“Camellia? Is that you? I— It’s been so long since we talked. I’ve missed you so much, I’m not kidding. We should never, ever let a boy come in between us like that ever again. Please, I need you. Come back. Please.”

“Valerie. I can’t. I’m dead. But it’s not what you think it is. I’m not like this. You know that. I would’ve come to you. Please, we need justice. You need it. My family needs it. Please…I need it.”

It almost feels like she’s just a few feet away from me. As if I can give her a hug for the last time. I need her back here. Here with me. I can’t stand being alone more than usual. I need her back with me.

“W-what? Wait, what? What do you mean? It was ruled a suicide. Everything pointed to a suicide. I thought it was because of me. Because of everything that went down between us. I mean I never saw you as one of those people but I- I mean- I don’t know. We weren’t talking. So you didn’t tell me anything. What do you mean by justice?”

This isn’t happening. What’s going on? What is she saying? I mean, this probably isn’t even her. Her naturally wavy, blonde hair and the clothes she wore on her last day on earth. This can’t be her. This has to be my conscience.

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“Who are you? You aren’t Camellia. You’re just a vivid imagination, a memory, apart of my consciousness. This can’t be you. It was suicide. It was ruled a suicide. This isn’t you. Who is this?!”

I’ve never been so lost. Is it just my imagination or is it just my imagination? I- I can’t think straight. What’s happening?

“I don’t know how this works but please. Get justice for me, my family, and yourself. We all need this. Please go by my house and go to my room, if you can. Go to the kitchen. You should find something there, hopefully. Please do it. We don’t have much time before they close the case! I miss you, Valerie. Even if I’m not there, let’s never let anything get in the way of us. Till death do us part… I suppose. Haha.”

“W— what? Your kitchen? B-but- what? It was ruled a suicide, Camellia. Please, can I just hug you? I never knew you were going through that. Everything seemed perfectly okay. Well not Noah but I didn’t think you would let that affect you.”

What was she trying to say? What does she mean? Everything pointed to a suicide. Everything did. No one had anything against her. What’s happening? Please. I just want her back.

“I don’t have much time, Valerie. Now, please, go to my house and go to the kitchen. There is something there. I promise you. It’s not a suicide case. It’s a mur-“

Right then and there, I had finally woken up from my nap. Tears ran down my face because I finally had one last conversation with Camellia but nothing made sense. What does she mean? Did someone have something against her to the point they didn’t want to see her alive? If that’s the case, then who? And why? Who would have such a vendetta against her that they couldn’t survive watching her live her life?