My bedroom is bland, lacking in everything I might possibly care about. Lacking in Cambriel. He only left an hour ago, but it feels like a century. I curl under my covers, my face pressed against the hoodie he let me keep, letting the last of his scent seep into my pillow.
My stomach is wound into burning, irreparable knots. My throat seems to have gone on strike, preventing me from speaking without choking up with tears that I can't seem to let go because it feels like a part of me has been amputated.
I fumble against the wall, flipping off the light with the palm of my hand. My room plunges into darkness, and I surround myself with pillows and try imagine it's him lying with me instead.
It just feels cold.
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so cam and kat are back DONT READ THIS BEFORE BALCONIAL CONVERSATIONS & IF YOU DECIDE TO BE STUPID - DO NOT ASK ME IF YOU CAN SMH
FYI this is AFTER balconial and also AFTER BATHROOM CONVERSATIONS (but bathroom is about Gabriel ok ok)
dedicated to casuallycreative_ for being such a lovely human being and for liking cam and kat as much as i do and idk love you man <3
#1 in short story 2/23/2016
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Conversations From Afar
Short StorySEQUEL TO BALCONIAL CONVERSATIONS | In which Katherine and Cambriel suffer the ups and downs of a long distance relationship | Wattys 2016 | cover by the fabulous @kdkellow
