❄ Sebastian ❄
Four days felt like four weeks.
Camille didn’t raise her voice once. She didn’t create a scene. She didn’t gossip. She didn’t even look angry most of the time. She just went cold. That was worse than a fight. At work, she spoke to me like I was a supplier invoice. Short, clean, professional. No softness. No edge either. Just distance. Every time she said my name, it landed like a reminder that I had lost something I didn’t know how to replace. I tried to keep my own face neutral. I told myself this was what she wanted. I told myself I deserved it. I told myself I should give her time.
By Thursday afternoon, I stopped pretending.
I wasn’t interested in waiting around while Camille decided whether I was worth the effort. Not because I thought she owed me. Because the silen
