Celeste Point of View
This morning brought with it a calm I had not expected to know.
It settled gently upon me, like the quiet after a storm—soft, unfamiliar… and undeserved.
And yet—
It did not last.
For as my eyes opened, the memory returned.
Not all at once.
But in fragments.
The warmth.
The closeness.
The way August had held me as though I were something precious beyond measure.
And then—
The absence.
My gaze fell upon the empty space beside me.
Cold.
Untouched.
As though he had never been there at all.
A quiet ache stirred within my chest.
Strange…
How a life spent in solitude could feel so natural—so complete—until a single night changed it entirely.
Until I had known what it was to be chosen.
To be held.
And now—
To be left.
‘We can go to him, Cece,’ Flower’
