❄ Camille ❄
Wednesday came with a softer sky. For once. The snow still fell, but it wasn’t angry anymore. It drifted instead of slammed. The wind had quieted, and the frozen lake below the cliff groaned less often, as if even it was tired of holding its breath. Sebastian checked his phone the moment he woke up. He didn’t need to tell me what he saw. I could read it on his face.
“Roads?” I asked, pulling the blanket higher as I sat up.
“Passable,” he replied. “Not perfect. But we can get down," my stomach did a strange flip. Relief, first. Then something heavier underneath it. Leaving meant going back to Everford. Back to Sterling Routes. Back to desks and eyes and Tina’s loud mouth. Back to rules and pretending. In the cabin, closeness had been easy. Not effortless, but simple in its ow
