Camilla stood still in the middle of the pouring rain. She was quiet. She didn't know if she was angry at him or herself.
She did not yell back at him. She did not raise her hand to slap his face. She did not offer a sharp, sarcastic insult like she usually did. She did absolutely nothing.
The cold rainwater ran down her forehead, washed over her cheeks, and dripped heavily from her chin. Her bare toes were numb in the muddy puddles.
But the coldness on the outside of her body was nothing compared to the overwhelming emotional battle happening inside her chest.
Damon stood towering over her. He looked down at her small, trembling frame. He waited patiently for her to speak. He waited for her to explain why she was standing in the pouring rain, trying to freeze herself to death.
The heavy silence stretched on for ten long, agonizing seconds.
