Pity And Remorse

While Bella was standing outside, her mind a whirlwind of emotions, inside the room, Kafka was coming to terms with his new environment.

His eyes darted around Camila's bedroom, taking in the familiar yet suddenly alien surroundings. The soft lighting, the gentle scent of lavender from her candles, everything seemed to amplify the intimacy and strangeness of the moment.

He was about to speak, perhaps to ask what this was all about and why she left Bella back there and brought him here, that was until the sound of the lock clicking into place snapped his attention back to the door. His head whipped around just in time to see Camila turn the key, sealing them off from the rest of the world.