Music Recommendation: Red by Taylor Swift.
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Celeste walked into the bedroom slowly, and quietly, like she was trespassing a moment that didn't belong to her.
The soft click of the door shutting behind her was the only sound that marked her entrance. The air was still. Not the peaceful still kind. This was just still.
This was the kind of stillness that settled on a body right after the chaos of grief had passed through it.
There he was, on the bed. Dominic.
He lay flat on his back, and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling like it held all the answers he refused to speak aloud. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his tie undone, but his shoes still on. He hadn't changed out of the clothes he wore to the funeral.
Celeste's throat tightened. He had been this way for days now, and each time she sees Jim this way, it shattered her.
Her heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor as she walked toward him. She sat gently at the edge of the bed and looked at him.
