2 minutes, 10 seconds (Camren)

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At least we have each other.

Many times she was tempted to say it, but she knew it sounded kind of ridiculous.

Yes, it was a huge comfort that they had someone else to talk to, to listen to, someone who could see them and hear them, someone who could restore their sense of identity, but when you came down to it, that comfort was fleeting. And she couldn't prolong their moments together.

She imagined what it would have been like if Camila weren't there, if she were alone, roaming through Miami like a forgotten ghost for those short two minutes and ten seconds.

Whenever she thought about it, she felt awful. Not only because the prospect was too terrible to even contemplate, but mostly because she was actually happy Camila was here, happy that she was dead.

She was being selfish.

"At least..." but the words died on her lips.