CELESTE
Light spilled over my face, warm and harsh at the same time. I blinked slowly, trying to remember where I was. The quill lay beside me, abandoned mid-scratch, the diary open to lines that were more mistakes than words. My hands cramped, my shoulders ached, and the letters on the golden plates still swam, refusing to become anything meaningful.
A soft giggle broke the silence.
I froze.
Another giggle, closer this time, playful and easy. My heart skipped a beat.
Trevor.
He was leaning against the edge of the bench, arms crossed casually, smirk plastered on his face as if he'd been waiting all night just to catch me like this. "Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?" he said, voice light and teasing, though not cruelly. "You've been down here all night, huh?"
I flushed, embarrassed, hugging the diary closer. "I… I didn't… I just…"
