❄ Camille ❄
I woke up before my alarm. And for a moment, I just stared up at the ceiling as the dim light of Everford winter pressed against the curtains of my bedroom window. My phone was on the nightstand. Silent. No messages. No calls. Nothing from Sebastian. It should have hurt. And in a way, it did. But mostly, I felt clear. Last night had replayed in my mind over and over like a broken record, but I felt like I had clarity. I got out of bed and headed into the kitchen. Lucinda stood at the counter, in front of the coffee machine, in a pair of thick socks. Her hair was messy, and when she heard me, she glanced over her shoulder and frowned.
“Morning,”
“Morning,”
“So…how was your date with Sebastian?” she asked.
“Well, I did what you suggested. I didn’t have s*x with him,”
“And
