Prologue

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You sniffle slightly, packing the rest of you clothes. Your mother had sadly passed away from cancer a few weeks ago, and your father decided it would be best for you to move away; you reminded him of her. You were 18, so you were capable of taking care of yourself.
As you finished, you looked around the house you grew up in, eyes watering. You had said goodbye to your friends the day before, so you would be able to leave the next day. You hugged you father goodbye, feeling numb. He kissed your forehead, and you walked out of the house; not looking back.
What ever awaits for me, I'll be ready...
And boy, were you wrong.

A/N: both Camilo and Yn are 18 :)

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