It didn’t feel like they were fixing anything anymore. That part was over. What came after was quieter. More natural. Like something that had already settled into place and was now just… living. — That evening, Cami came back like she said she would. No hesitation. No second thoughts. She walked in, dropped her bag in the same spot as always, and moved through the space like she knew it. Like it wasn’t temporary anymore. Ariana was sitting on the floor this time, papers spread out around her, her focus somewhere between reading and overthinking. “You always make a mess when you think,” Cami said, stepping over a stack of papers. Ariana glanced up. “It’s organized.” “It’s not.” “It is to me.” Cami rolled her eyes slightly but didn’t argue further. She sat down across from her, pulling one of the papers closer. “What is this?” “Work,” Ariana said. “That explains nothing.” Ariana leaned back slightly, watching her. “You don’t actually care.” “I don’t,” Cami repli
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