Love and Ruin

Chiara’s apartment was quiet in a way that felt heavy. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in dull afternoon light that settled softly over the living room.

Camilla sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clenched together in her lap, her shoulders tense.

Chiara brought two mugs of tea from the kitchen and placed one in front of her. “Drink,” she said gently. “You look like you haven’t slept