~CELINE’S POV~
I want to disappear. If the floor could crack open and swallow me whole, I wouldn’t even scream. I wouldn’t even care.
Not when I can feel a hundred pairs of eyes crawling over me, judging me, undressing me—blaming me.
Blaming me for standing where I shouldn’t. For dancing with a man I have no business touching. For breathing in a room that doesn’t belong to me.
I bow my head, my fingers trembling against the frayed seams of my plain dress. It still smells faintly of sugar and cream, leftover from the accident earlier.
Or maybe it’s a shame that I’m smelling. I can’t tell the difference anymore. My teeth sink into my lower lip harder than they should. The sting feels necessary.
Grounding.
Reminding me that this is real. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be danc
