(Warning: Mature content ahead.)
Celeste's POV
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My head felt like it was going to fucking explode then piece itself back together.
I couldn't sleep. Couldn't get my mind off everything that happened tonight. Heck, everything that's been happening since last night and two weeks ago.
It was as if the gods, the universe, or whatever forces were in charge of my life's story were playing chess and didn't know where to move the pawns.
Squinting, I turned on my bed, facing the digital alarm clock. My eyes were still hazy, so I rubbed them, blinking for better clarity.
Instead, my gaze ended up wandering to Willow's bed at the other side of the room.
Empty.
Shock pulsed through me as I sat up. Stretching my neck, I was able to confirm she wasn't anywhere in the room, or the suite as a whole.
"What the heck?" Glancing at the clock again, I confirmed the time.
Three am on the dot.
Where was that girl at this time? Especially after the attack at the memorial!
