Later that day, Camron and Nicole found themselves in a heated argument. Their voices echoed through the house as they stood face to face in the living room.
"You can't go out dressed like that!" Nicole yelled, "I would never wear something like that!"
Camron's face flushed with anger as he clenched his fists, feeling the tension between them escalate. "You don't get to tell me what I can or can't wear anymore, Nicole! This is my body now, remember?"
Nicole's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with resentment, "No, it's not. It's still mine, and you need to respect that!"
"How much longer are you gonna keep pretending that there's any hope of swapping back?" Camron huffed, "You've gotta let me live."
Nicole's eyes welled up with tears as she stared at Camron, her frustration giving way to vulnerability. "It's not about pretending, Camron," she choked out, her voice trembling, "We can't give up hope. We have to keep trying."
"Well... I'm giving up."
Camron's words hung heavy in the air, their weight crashing down upon Nicole. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to comprehend the magnitude of his statement.
"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "There has to be something we haven't tried yet."
"We've tried everything, Nicole. Look at us. We have to be able to move on."
Camron's voice wavered with a mix of frustration and resignation. Nicole collapsed onto the couch, her body trembling with sobs. The sound echoed through the empty house, filling the space with a deep sense of despair.
"Look," Camron continued, "I'm not giving up on us. I'm giving up on the roles we once had. Like it or not, I'm Nicole now. And you're Camron. We're still siblings."
"You could never ...be me," Nicole shuddered.
"No, you're right. I'll be me. But I'll be Nicole."
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