❄ Camille ❄
I left Sebastian’s house satisfied and unsettled. The warm haze in my body didn’t match the tight feeling in my chest. His porch light faded behind me as I drove away, and the cold slipped back in like it had been waiting. He hadn’t tried to keep me there. After everything, he walked me to the door, handed me my coat, and opened it like I was any other guest. No lingering. No soft goodbye. His eyes stayed on my face, not my mouth, as if looking lower would break the line he had drawn. It was almost impersonal, and it had left me feeling colder than I ever could have expected. The quiet drive home made the loneliness louder. I kept expecting my phone to buzz with a message from him, something small, anything that proved I hadn’t imagined the way his hands had gripped my hips af
