Later that night, Camille received an unexpected text message from Michael.
‘Hey Vanilla,’ the text simply read.
She stared at the words on the screen, feeling a small piece of her heart break.
She could still remember the words he told her just yesterday, about them remaining friends and secretly meeting, messaging, and calling each other. He had seemed really eager to connect with her after so long.
She wasn’t dense. She knew that she had been Michael’s close and only friend back then, which was probably the reason why he grew attached to her.
But she wasn’t foolish enough to assume that he’d been waiting for her for years now. Of course, they had been close, but not that close…
Right?
Camille sighed. There was no use overthinking things now. If she didn’t reply to him right now,
