Celeste’s POV
The cold air nipped at my fingers as I sat at the outdoor bar with my sketchpad balanced in front of me.
I didn’t care.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I had something in front of me that wasn’t a hospital chart, a bottle of medication, or a doctor’s list of instructions.
A pencil.
I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed drawing until I’d picked up that first pencil.
It felt good.
Normal.
Almost like I was getting a small piece of my old life back.
Loki and Freeze were stretched out on the concrete a few metres away, soaking up what little warmth the winter sun had to offer. They looked completely content, their eyes half closed as they basked in the sunshine.
I smiled as I studied them.
They were perfect subjects.
I carefully added another line to the
