The river sparkles in the evening light, snaking between the avenues below. I stand at the edge of the hotel roof terrace, a warm breeze tugging at my hair, and fill my lungs with a deep inhale.
Camillia.
I gust out my breath.
It’s done. I have solved the problems I caused her. There is nothing left to do now but return to the airport. My plane ticket is booked, my bags are packed, and yet I can’t seem to force my feet to turn and go.
A life without Camillia… Never seeing her dance again. Never making her sweet mouth sigh and utter bad words.
I can’t bear it.
“Fuck.” I tear my gaze away from the river and turn back to the terrace, ready to force myself to honor her wishes. She doesn’t want to see me again, so I will not cause her trouble, even though my chest is one throbbing mass of
