❄ Sebastian ❄
Camille wasn’t at her desk. That was the first thing I noticed when I walked by her office. I didn’t bother to notice the weather report on the lobby TV. I didn’t notice Tina’s loud laugh at the reception. But Camille wasn’t at her desk. Her chair was empty. Her monitor was dark, and her desk was clean and tidy. Camille was never late. Camille was never absent without a reason. If she wasn’t here, it meant something. My first instinct was to pull my phone out and call her. Not because I was worried she was hurt, but because my body reacted to missing her like it was a problem to solve.
Then my pride got in the way.
We were barely stable. We had fought and made everything worse in front of the whole office. Camille had pulled away, and I had pushed and pulled. Every time I
