Ivory's POV
The heaviness of the choice draped weighty upon my shoulders, a weight that appeared to become heavier as time passes. Abandoning the existence I had known, the world that had once been my safe-haven, was an overwhelming possibility - one that filled me with a combination of fear and clashing renunciation. As I remained in the natural limits of my condo, my look cleared over the cautiously arranged assortment of effects that had once characterized my reality. Books lined the racks, their spines worn and wrinkled from long stretches of given perusing. Photos decorated the walls, catching frozen minutes in time, depictions of a daily existence that presently appeared to be a far off dream. Celene's presence droned inside me, a consistent cadence that grounded me in the midst of
