❄ Sebastian ❄
I cooked because I needed my hands busy. If I stopped moving, I started thinking about Camille, and that was worse than the winter outside. I boiled pasta, browned beef, and built a quick sauce with garlic, onions, crushed tomatoes, and herbs. Spaghetti with meat sauce. Simple, warming, and fast. I chopped arugula, cucumber, and tomatoes for a side salad and set the table for two. I told myself it was practical. I told myself it meant nothing.
But the reality was that it meant she was coming back to my house.
No matter how much time had passed since we had been rescued, I still couldn’t look at Camille at work without remembering her in the dark. I kept my voice sharp and my distance sharper in order to remind myself that we weren’t friends. But of course, she noticed. She
