Too Late for Regrets

Talia slowly sat up, running her fingers through her messy hair. Her tall boots squeaked as she stepped onto the snow.

She walked up to Camille, then turned to Tristan with a smile, her eyes full of infatuation. "Tristan, you used to say Camille was always nagging you, that you didn't want to go home, and that only when you were with me could you finally relax.

"All those sweet words between us, a