CLOSED: @camden-russell LOCATION: royal cove yacht club, dock
She knew when she sent the text message that she was playing with fire: ‘i know it’s not fair to ask, but can i see you?’ Even as she waited along the dock, Kennedy could not believe that he’d agreed. They weren’t on good terms, not since the truth had come out about what she’d done with Kyle. A boy— no, a man, despite it all feeling like just yesterday— with whom she shared a tricky past, including being the one that’d been there when she lost someone last. She remembered his arms cradled around her when she’d lost her father.
He wasn’t hers this time though, with Vivi.
And even as she watched him approach on the dock, her arms wrapped around herself to shelter the cold, she knew that. “Hey,” she whispered, the sole word barely audible against the slap of the waves against the wood beams. “I’m sorry to pull you out here and bother you,” she started, her eyes closing and the words beginning to just pour out like rain, tears tingling at the corners of her eyes, “I just... I don’t know who to go to anymore. And I know it shouldn’t be you— I know that, I just... you know me. You were there, you know, the last time... my dad...” Kennedy’s eyes were cast to the ground, her fingers twisting the non-existent ring around her finger, her skin worried red. “It’s dumb I know but I don’t know anymore, Cam.”
