The dance is tomorrow, yet somehow, I'm not stressing. For the first time in a while, I was looking forward to a fun night with my friends. It was still going to be hard considering my best friend wasn't here to enjoy it with me. However, every day I was getting more and more used to the fact that Cam was gone. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe Cam would have wanted me to go on with my life.

I turn to my closet door where my dress hung still encased in the translucent plastic covering. My eyes travel down and I can't help but roll them at the...