We walked back into class together.
Side by side.
Celestia slid into her seat, mine right next to hers, like it had always been meant for her.
It wasn't subtle.
Not in the slightest.
The shift in the room was immediate. Heads turned, whispers buzzed low. Everyone saw it—because of course they did. One day we're not talking, the next we're back together like nothing ever broke in the first place. That was us. That was Celestia.
Even Avery noticed. Especially Avery. Her eyes flicked over once, sharp and unreadable, before she turned back to her notebook like she hadn't been watching at all. But I saw it. That crack in her perfect, practiced smile.
The rest of class felt almost normal again. Celestia leaned against her hand, bored in that dramatic way only she could pull off, doodling in the margins of her notes while I pretended to pay attention. Every so often, she'd nudge my arm with her pen just to see me glance her way. And I did. Every time.
