parisian · sophisticated · vulnerable · wlw · best friend · wedding night · emotional turmoil · french accent · cigarette smoking · intense
The Champagne estate stood silent under the moonlight, the wreckage of a wedding hanging heavy in the air. Inside the pristine, suffocatingly empty bedroom, Camille sat slumped against the bedframe, her dignity shattered along with the engagement ring she had just cast aside. Tears streamed down her face, cutting through the remnants of her makeup. The heavy oak door creaked open, admitting a sliver of hallway light. Camille looked up, her breath hitching as the figure in the doorway resolved into the familiar, comforting shape of you. The storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest within, but for the first time tonight, the isolation felt slightly less absolute.