❄ Camille ❄
By Friday evening, I couldn’t stand the tension anymore. The week had felt like a stretched wire, tight, buzzing, ready to snap. Sebastian had barely looked at me after he walked out of lunch. At work, he went cold again, hiding behind meetings and emails. I did the same. We passed each other in hallways like strangers with history. I hated it. Not because I needed constant attention. Because I needed honesty. I couldn’t keep building a life on half-finished conversations. So, when five o’clock hit, I didn’t go home.
I drove to Sebastian’s house.
The sky was already dark, Everford winter settling in early. His porch light glowed when I pulled into the driveway, and my stomach tightened with a familiar mix of nerves and anger. I didn’t bring takeout. I didn’t bring peace offe
