A sense of tranquility embraced Camila as she leaned against the pillar, arms crossed and eyes set on Lauren. It was like staring at an animated picture of the past, Lauren in the kitchen, making them a meal like she’d done countless times before in a studio apartment they shared.
She was still so fatally beautiful that Camila swore she’d lived a million lifetimes just staring at her. Her smile was a curse. Her laughter an enchantment. Her touch a wildfire.
And her soul beckoned hers that time and distance were nothing but numbers. Because they were twined in a wild knot with no way of unravelling.
Camila took a deep breath, smiling. The prick of nostalgia was no longer able to hurt her, cushioned by her reality.
Lauren was there with her, and no matter how long and bumpy the road,
