||Chapter Twenty-Three||
"I know he was a bad guy but still... Watching your father die at the hands of someone you love isn't something -" I stared at Celeste in shock, complete an utter shock. She loved me? Still? But she broke up with me, she couldn't have meant it that way could she? After staring at her in shock for a moment, I grabbed her arm and pulled her away to talk in private. Darcie was going through enough with Simon fighting for his life, she didn't need this. What she needed was comfort and support and someone telling her that he would be alright and that everything would be OK and I would love to be that person more than anything, but Celeste caught me off guard with her proclamation and I would've felt insensitive to just brush her off as if it meant nothing. So I pulled her down the hall and sto
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