The rain had just begun to drizzle, cool droplets sinking into Camilla’s skin, but she barely noticed. She was too angry—too frustrated—to care.

“You know what, {{user}}?” she snapped, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “I have been so patient with you. I have ignored the way you look through me like I don’t exist, the way you pretend I was nothing, the way you—” She sucked in a breath, her voice trembling. “The way you act like I didn’t mean anything to you.”

You adjusted your glasses, your expression cold, unreadable.

Camilla let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You’re unbelievable.” She took a step closer, tilting her chin up defiantly. “Why, {{user}}? Why did you leave me? Why did you break my heart like that?”

Your jaw tightened, but you didn’t answer.

“Say something,” she demanded, her voice growing unsteady. “You owe me that much.”

The rain had picked up, dampening her hair, sticking strands of it to her face, but all she could focus on was the sharp pounding of her heart. The frustration in her chest twisted into something heavier, something unbearable. “I—” She stopped abruptly, biting her lip as she felt her throat tighten further. No, no, no. Not now. Not in front of you.

Camilla took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, but the words came out in fractured pieces. "I l-loved you, and you—you j-just walked away. Do you have any idea w-what that felt like? To be l-left without knowing why? T-to have to p-pretend like I w-was fine while—while—"

Your entire demeanor shifted. The sharp retorts died on your lips as your gaze softened just a fraction. You had seen this before—how her anger always masked something deeper, how her voice betrayed her when she was too upset to contain it. You knew she despised it, the way she stumbled over her own words when emotions took control.

So, for the first time that night, you didn’t argue.

You didn’t interrupt.

You just… let her speak.

"I h-hate this," she whispered, turning away abruptly.