❄ Camille ❄
I opened the door, and Sebastian stood there in the hallway light with his coat still on, his cheeks pink from the cold. He held two paper bags, one in each hand. He looked tired. Not sloppy tired. Controlled tired. Like he had forced himself to show up even when the day had taken more than it should.
“Hey,” he said with a small smile. His voice was soft, and a part of me melted. But I didn’t show it.
“It’s late, Sebastian,”
“I’m aware. Can I come inside?” he asked, and I stepped aside to let him in. He walked in, kicked his shoes off, then hesitated like he wasn’t sure where to put the bags. I led him into the kitchen, and he set them carefully on the counter as if they were fragile. I crossed my arms as I watched.
“So…?”
“I’m really sorry, Cam,” he said as he held my
