~NIKLAUS'S POV~
The last time I saw or heard from Camille was at her mom's funeral, which was two weeks ago. Since she hasn't been responding to my calls and texts, I thought it would be proper for me to visit her at her house and check up on her. I'm really worried about her health, so I feel it's necessary for me to see her. Here I am now, standing in front of her apartment building. I enter and make my way to her apartment. Standing by her door, I ring the bell and take a deep breath, putting my hands in my pockets. After a moment, she peers through the peephole before opening the door.
As I take in her appearance, I exhale heavily. Her hair seems disheveled, and her eyes look weary, indicating she might not have been getting enough sleep.
"Hey," I greet her, offering a wide smile.
She responds with a slight smile of her own and sighs. "Hey."
I nervously scratch my neck. "Um, how are you?" I curse myself silently for my awkwardness.
