❄ Camille ❄
The days after we got rescued blurred together. I slept, woke, ate, and tried to warm my hands. Lucinda kept the heater on, made soup, and watched me like I might fall apart if she blinked. I told her I was fine. But the truth was that I wasn’t. My body recovered faster than my mind did. Sebastian stayed in my head like a song I couldn’t turn off. I remembered the weight of his arm around my waist and the heat of his skin against mine when the blankets stopped working. I also remembered how he walked away the moment the doors opened, like the storm version of us didn’t count. And even though I wasn’t sure why, I expected him to, but Sebastian didn’t contact me. Not even once. Everford stayed cold and grey, but the main roads were cleared. By the time Margaret messaged that the
