Celine's POV
A cascade of messy dirty-blonde curls, the awfully thick black patches of mascara flushed with tears, sunken eyeballs... This has to be the most beautiful recent bride's look.
Exhausted from everything, I set down the pocket mirror by my broken phone on the locker and just lazily lay in bed, limbs sprawled like an octopus.
With me crying like a toddler all day, Kelvin has given me the distance we both need and I couldn't be more thankful for that. Sadly, I don't have one more teardrop to shed.
I will just remain in here all day until he goes out and I will grab something to eat as quickly as possible and return to the confinement of my room. My stomach rumbles, daring me to stick with my selfish decision. Wrapping my hands around it, I just clutch it hard.
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