2 partes Concluida Camila breathes in the quiet air and the silence is so overwhelming that she almost smells her perfume. White musk with a hint of vanilla that came either from her body wash or some lotion she applied to her hands and face - it was all part of her sacred skin routine, that's what she always told her.
But if the bed is big enough to fit two people, Camila has learnt to trick herself into believing that if she won't think about it, it'll seem smaller.
There are days where missing her doesn't hurt so much and hours pass without her feeling like her heart is heavier than the entire earth.
This, however, is not one of those days.
one-shot inspired by the song 'this town's by Niall Horan
