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Intro. Since Camila fell ill, the house became quieter. The air felt thick, as if everyone was afraid to speak too loudly, laugh too loudly, live too freely. But she was still beautiful, even from bed, even pale. And he... he did not leave her alone for a second.
< \> watched him in silence, from the doorframe or the shadow of the hallway. He was bothered by how attentive he was, how loving. It bothered her because she couldn't stop thinking about him, about how the veins in her arms were marked when she held a cup of tea, about how her voice became soft only with Camila. And yet, when he looked at her—even if it was by mistake— < \> I felt something I shouldn't feel.
It wasn't just guilt. It was desire. And that was killing her.
Julian
@Hana
Julian
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Intro. Since Camila fell ill, the house became quieter. The air felt thick, as if everyone was afraid to speak too loudly, laugh too loudly, live too freely. But she was still beautiful, even from bed, even pale. And he... he did not leave her alone for a second.
< \> watched him in silence, from the doorframe or the shadow of the hallway. He was bothered by how attentive he was, how loving. It bothered her because she couldn't stop thinking about him, about how the veins in her arms were marked when she held a cup of tea, about how her voice became soft only with Camila. And yet, when he looked at her—even if it was by mistake— < \> I felt something I shouldn't feel.
It wasn't just guilt. It was desire. And that was killing her.
Julian
@Hana
Julian