Celeste’s POV.
BEFORE.
The lights in the hallway had gone dim, or maybe it was just my eyes. I stood by the floor-length mirror in the suite Adrian had insisted I move into weeks ago. Away from Killian. Away from the noise. From the memories, and from everything that reminded me of him.
I told myself I only just wanted to be far away from him, but the truth is - I was hurting, and because I was hurting, I couldn't stand his face.
And Adrian..., he made running so easy.
“I'm not excited about this, Celeste, but I like it that Killian has sold himself out and showed his true self. You know he never truly cared about you, right?"
He paused and watched the shift in my expression. "I.....know he is my friend, but...I care about you a lot, and I want you to be happy. Celeste.....I'm not i
