Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Killion:I’m heading home this weekend, babe. Then it’s the draft.
Camille: Okay.
Killion:I’ll be back though. We’ll see each other between the breaks I have, and then I’m all yours between June and late July.
Camille:I know. I mean, I’m busy with homework and will be studying—summer classes are starting mid-May and I’m taking both sessions. So it’s cool.
Killion:I’m going to miss you too.
Camille:I never said I’ll miss you.
Killion: Why do you have trouble telling me how you feel?
Camille:It’s weird, maybe? I don’t know. I mean, why should I miss you when we’ve known each other only for a month. It doesn’t make sense.
Killion:Feelings don’t make sense—they defy logic and refuse to be neatly categorized. They just exist, raw and unfiltered, demanding to be felt. Don’t fight them, don’t overanalyze them. Let them flow through you, teaching you, grounding you, and reminding you that to feel is to live. Embrace the joy, the sorrow, and everything in between—they all have a purpose.
Camille:Wow, that was very deep. Where did you get that?
Killion:Dad gave an entire lecture to Scottie the first time someone broke her heart. Randal Moss, seventh grade. She said she would never feel again.
Camille: So you feel everything, let yourself be all vulnerable. Will you ever tell me how you feel?
Killion: Oh I will. Let me tell you, I’m falling. I’ll let you know when I’m in love with you. Not planning on holding back.
Camille:You’re nothing like I imagined.
Killion: You imagined me?
Camille:Not what I meant.
Killion:What are you doing this weekend? Maybe I can call you, we can talk, and have sex over the phone.
Camille:We’re finally going all the way?
Killion:You’re eager, aren’t you? I’m not sure if you’re ready.
Camille:You just like to eat me.
Killion:Your pussy might be my favorite thing in the world.
Camille:When are you going to let me return the favor?
Killion:Are you ready for that?
Camille:I’m ready for a lot more.
Killion:Then, next time ask. Use your words and you shall receive.
Camille:So if I want to go all the way?
Killion:Ah, will you ask me to fuck you, baby? I can’t wait to see if you dare.
Camille: I’m late for my class. Talk to you later?
Killion:Text me when you’re free. Miss you, baby.
Camille: Miss you too.