CAMILLE'S POV

She was the one who gave me my name. I reached for her face, hoping to comfort hers. But my hands wouldn't bend to my will.

As quickly as it came, the sight in front of me began to dim.

"No... No..."

I watched helplessly as the memory of my mother's gentle face and her loving words faded into most.

The sense of disorientation that washed over me while it happened was the worst.

The comforting warmth of the past dissolved into the cold reality of the present.

I was blinking back ...