@clowdydrecms - based on x
rain dripped from the ends of camille’s hair, rivulets of water streaming down her face and shoulders as she stood outside her childhood best friend’s home. she had half a mind to turn away, not knock on the door at all, just go back to her car and not look back, but she was getting soaked. just as she raised her hand to rap on the door, it opened. camille’s mouth opened in an ‘o’ as she looked at her. “hi,” she finally said, aware that it was a feeble greeting, especially when they hadn’t seen each other in so long. “um. i’m sorry to just show up like this, but i…can i come in?”













