❄ Camille ❄
Two weeks of absolute hell could change a person.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fall apart. I didn’t even yell. I just tightened. Adapted. At work, Sebastian and I had slipped back into the old pattern like it was muscle memory. Cold remarks. Sharp tones. Snapping at each other in corridors. Competing over the smallest details, as if we were still trying to win the first-day incident.
Except it wasn’t funny anymore.
It wasn’t ‘legendary office rivalry’ anymore. It had become ugly. It made people around us tense and uncomfortable. And it made my feelings feel like landmines. Every time I caught someone going quiet when Sebastian walked past, I felt the weight of it.
Outside of work, we barely existed.
Sebastian had become hot and cold. There were days he would ignore me. Avoid me
