[Her hands are shaking by the time he walks in. Her hands, her arms, her entire body. Cami can’t stop herself from trembling, and the sound of her door suddenly opening has her turning, the fear she refused to show (that she couldn’t hide within her eyes) making her jump even as she fumbles for something to defend herself with.
A fragment of glass, wicked and cruel as the man who inspired her to shatter her mirror. It cuts into her palm as surely as he has promised to.
Only when her thoughts catch up with instinct, when Cami reminds herself that the person coming towards her now cannot be anything but real does she throw that glass aside. She breathes out his name, desperate, needy, and moves to close that gap at the same time, uncaring of where her blood might shed as she throws her arms around him.]
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A fragment of glass, wicked and cruel as the man who inspired her to shatter her mirror. It cuts into her palm as surely as he has promised to.
Only when her thoughts catch up with instinct, when Cami reminds herself that the person coming towards her now cannot be anything but real does she throw that glass aside. She breathes out his name, desperate, needy, and moves to close that gap at the same time, uncaring of where her blood might shed as she throws her arms around him.]