The Miracle of You
That would only be foolish of her.
But a girl was allowed to dream sometimes…
‘So, are you free?’ Michael texted, asking her again.
Camille thought about it for a moment before letting out a sigh.
Just for tonight. She just wanted to indulge herself, just this once.
‘Yes, I’m free,’ she replied.
***
Camille buttoned up her long coat and let her hair down from its ponytail.
Slowly, she brushed her fingers through her blonde strands, absently noticing that they had grown longer recently. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t even planned on going to the hairdresser for a while now.
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