❄ Sebastian ❄
I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth.
Make a run for it.
Camille’s face had shifted, only slightly, but I had seen it. A flicker of something that looked like shock, then a steady calm she used when she didn’t want anyone to see what she felt. She had stared at me for a second too long, then cleared her throat and made an excuse about needing her beauty sleep.
Beauty sleep.
Like Sunday night hadn’t just turned into a disaster with my parents, like I hadn’t chased them out of my house like an angry teenager, like I hadn’t admitted the one thing I kept trying not to admit.
I had expected her to make a run for it.
Camille had left anyway. Not running, not slamming doors, not yelling. Just a quiet exit that somehow felt worse. Her coat. Her keys. Her calm voic
