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camille knows this is not easy for neither of them , but even when he's hurting , darius has always so patient and kind with her . she had expected for him to at least scream at her , to maybe shove her away and refuse to even stay a second longer and listen to her bullshit . she had already imagined the worst possible scenario that could happen , and yet now that they're standing face to face , all that she is reminded of is how badly she doesn't deserve anything from darius anymore . still , she finds herself wishing for some sort of miracle , and had he reacted way worse than this , camille would have been convinced that there's no hope for her to mend what's already broken .
“ no , it's not okay , ” she could feel tears welling up in her eyes , “ i know it's not okay so please , darius , just yell at me or something . tell me you hate me for what i did to you , anything , just fucking talk to me , alright ? i need to know if you still want me in your life or if it's really over between us . ” maybe it's a selfish thought —— camille believes that they would find their ways to each other again no matter what , but having spent so much time away from darius makes her think that she might get it all wrong . what if darius has actually moved on and she's the only one still hanging onto the idea of them together ?
pulls one hand away to wipe the tear falling down her cheek , “ i'm not leaving until you tell me your answer . ” this is what she came for anyways , and if darius truly doesn't want her in his life anymore , she'd try her best to stay away from him after this . “ tell me , darius , do you really think this is the end for us ? ” she knows they have already broken up , but she needs to hear it from darius again .
“ cami—it's okay. sorry—don't apologize. ” darius was never good with words. his thought process is all the divvied up emotions and things he'd like to say placed in a supercut. incoherent thoughts breed incoherent words, and he ends up hounding whoever had upset him. it's not fair to camille and anyone on the receiving end of his hurt. “ i don't doubt that you loved me. ” that's darius running on his own time. what could he have done at the height of his hurt? he'd never yelled at camille before—of all people, he didn't ever plan to.
but betrayal reaps a need for blood: he doesn't even hear it from camille. maybe if he did, he'd swallow whatever pride to try to understand—to try to make it work (because he wanted it to). it strikes him as a great loss: how does anyone deal with losing one's greatest confidant, companion, and lover all in one ? “ can you blame me—? ” it's the kind of pity party he hates to see and he pities her for a second. “ —stop that— ” because he knows she's hurting herself. open palms gather her hands in his. some things never change. he practices his self control and she loses her self control. “ it doesn't matter anymore. ” things like this were meant to stop hurting after awhile. it had been awhile. “ i'm not in the space to hear what feelings you don't and do have. ” camille addario is simultaneously the last person he wanted to see and also likely the last person he'd see tonight. “ compose yourself until you get home. ”