He always has a way to get out. Even if it's the messiest of things. But this time particularly is hard to manage things. He has worked his way to come this far and he couldn't afford to lose it. He took his phone out and looked at the picture of Celeste unconscious. He's sorry that he'd done it. But it's already in the past. He couldn't change the past. And now that he's given a chance, he will not mess it up. He will carry that secret until the day he dies. Celeste doesn't need to know about it.
Yet a smirk formed on his lips as he looked at his phone. An unconscious woman peacefully lying in the bed.
"You don't need to know about this," he whispered as he turned his phone off.
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Cel was in the classroom. It was unbelievably noisy. Maybe it was because the professor isn't pre
