❄ Camille ❄
Sebastian had turned cold in a way that felt deliberate. At work, he spoke to me like I was a task, not a person who had survived a blizzard with him. His emails were short. His instructions were sharp. If our hands brushed at the printer, he moved away as if the contact burned. I told myself it was fine. We were enemies. We had always been enemies. The storm had only forced us into proximity.
Except my body didn’t believe that story.
At night, I replayed the memories as if it was my favorite scene from a movie. His arm around my waist, the heat of his skin, the steady way he had held me together when the cold got dangerous. I hated that my thoughts kept drifting there. I hated that, in daylight, he acted as if it had never happened. By midweek, I was exhausted from pretendi
