Episode 1

POV HENRY

One day I saw her and I never imagined that my life would change so much after that day.

I was just a fourteen-year-old boy who was forced to move in with my negligent father, my scheming stepmother and my spoiled half-brother.

Despite this, he had a privileged life, a future already mapped out and all the foundations for success that money could provide.

However, when I saw Camille, I always felt something strange, it was as if I was missing something that I couldn't yet see.

Camille, the maid's daughter, who was a woman who worked like a slave in our house, working overtime and putting up with all my stepmother's futile whims and all my brother's disturbances, just to guarantee a future for her daughter, a future that would be nowhere near the future that awaited me.

Camille, the girl who hid behind the kitchen cupboards to study and when I saw her, she smiled sympathetically, even though I'd never even said good morning to her in my life and even though I knew I'd run the risk of telling my stepmother everything, which would surely make her mother beg her to let her daughter stay.

Camille, a strange girl, walked with a limp, wore orthopedic shoes because one leg was longer than the other, her spine was crooked and she also needed to wear an orthopedic brace and God, not thinking that her orthopedic problems were already too much, gave her some kind of tooth problem that forced her to wear a ridiculous set of braces, with a bunch of irons sticking out of her mouth.

And as misfortune would have it, Camille was still short-sighted.

I always wondered why she still smiled even though she was cursed with all those problems, which could be treated, but I think they're too expensive for her mother to pay for. I did some research... yes, I was so intrigued by that mediocre girl that I wondered if there was a solution to her problem.

I wondered why I felt so lacking when I looked at her, I should feel lucky to look at her, shouldn't I? I should think that my problems with my family were small, that wretched girl had too many problems.

But... Shit, she smiled, she always smiled...

Camille, that grotesque sight. That skinny red-haired girl who was bullied. That idiot who almost always appeared bruised from falling down on her own or, I suspect, from being beaten up at school, was the last thing I saw before I lost my sight...

I was obsessed with her, I wanted to find out what it was about her that made her smile... I was always hiding to watch her and one day, when I was hiding to watch her come home from school, that stupid girl just tripped and fell in the middle of the road.

I mentally cursed her, I mentally cursed myself for hiding and watching such a mediocre human being.

"Come on, get up!" I said quietly, but impatiently.

She tried to get up, but fumbled and fell again. I don't know if it was because of her orthopedic shoes, or her vest, I don't know... all I know is that at that moment she looked as clumsy as a dying animal.

And that's when I saw that a truck was coming. One of those big ones, you know. Camille was so mediocre and small, I doubt the driver would have seen her in time to brake.

I hesitated for a moment, but before I knew it, I was running. My mind kept asking me what I was doing, but my body moved against my will.

And it was on that day that I took the place of that condemned human being. And I took Camille's sentence for myself.

I didn't die, but I became worse than her, because she may have had mobility problems and needed to wear those things that made her look ugly and clumsy, but she wasn't disabled, whereas I, from that day on, could no longer see.

I hated it, Camille!

Because of her, my entire future literally disappeared from my vision.

I used to think that when I grew up, I would take over my father's company, which is rightfully mine, and go somewhere far away from that infernal family.

But thanks to Camille, my fate remained trapped in that place. My neglectful father left all my care in the hands of my stepmother and that was it, he did nothing to help me, if it weren't for that cursed Camille, maybe I wouldn't even have the basic care.

Yes, despite destroying my life, Camille did not leave me alone. She felt guilty for what happened and every day she was there in my room.

Even when I pushed her away, she was there, apologizing and crying, bringing food and trying to help me.

Despite being the same age, I was much bigger than Camille, but still, she tried to help me get up and be my support.

Oh, how I hated that stupid girl. "Why didn't she run away from there? Why did she subject herself to endure the fits of anger of a boy revolted with his fate? Why?"

I really hated her at first, but over time, she forced me to get used to her. To get used to hearing her limping steps and her low voice. She quickly knew me like no one else did and always knew what I needed even without communicating with each other often.

My stepmother didn't care, Camille wasn't on the payroll, the only person smart enough to advise her to leave that place was her mother, and many times I heard the two of them arguing in secret. Her mother begged her to get away from that house and chase after her future, but she insisted that I, without her care, would be condemned...

Yes, I would be doomed without her, I didn't know how to do anything alone, my world was only darkness, hearing the sounds of Camille's voice, hearing the sounds of her clumsy steps, feeling the touch of her ridiculously delicate and cold hands, and feeling her smell when she was too close.

She was trapped in my world and I was trapped in hers.

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