Ch.48 Rationality

A few days had passed since Dean's confession.

Camille didn't think he was lying. Not for a second. The way his voice trembled, the desperation laced into every word—it was too raw, too real to be fabricated. And those eyes… haunted yet hopeful. They carried a weight she didn't understand, but something deep inside her whispered that he was telling the truth.

Still, that didn't mean she fully grasped it.

She found herself replaying his words over and over, trying to fit them into the framework of her reality. Trying to make sense of how something so impossible could feel so… certain. There was no proof, no logic. Just that strange, steady feeling in her chest—like a part of her already knew, had always known, even before he said it.

And yet, despite the vulnerability Dean had shown, there was something he was still holding back. She could feel it in the way his eyes lingered a little too long on nothing, how his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. The quiet moments, especially—those were when it became most obvious. His body was with her, but sometimes, his mind was elsewhere.

She had asked once—just once—if there was more he hadn't told her. The way he froze, like a wall slamming shut between them, had been answer enough.

Whatever it was… it was off-limits.

So she didn't ask again.

But that didn't stop her from wondering.