CAMILE
I sat on the edge of my bed, the room dim with just the lamp casting a soft glow across.
My phone felt heavy in my hands, screen lighting up with messages that twisted my gut. Kael and Arlo have been sending me messages since I emailed my resignation letter and I haven’t had it in me to reply to them.
Honestly, what will I even say?
Kael; What happened, Camille? One day we're good, the next you're gone. Did we push too hard? Talk to me.
Then Arlo’s, a little sharper and more direct
Arlo; This sudden change isn’t you. Tell us what's wrong. We can fix it.
More poured in, a mix of worry and that pull I knew too well. A little bit of Did we do something, to You're scaring us. There were even more tonight, telling me they weren’t giving up.
Their words blurred as tears pricked my
