Celeste's POV
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12:30pm, Pisgah National Forest.
"Stupid rock." I cursed under my breath when a rock nearly tripped me, hugging my arms to my chest.
I sniffled, glancing back as I walked. Maybe Azrael would... Come back? Finally, explain himself instead of pulling away like I was his doom?
But no.
All I saw behind me was the sprawling forest path, which I had been walking on for a few minutes now.
Sighing, I rubbed a hand on my forehead. Fingers got to my eyes and touched something that made me freeze.
Wetness.
Tears.
Gods, no.
"Pull yourself together, Cel," I scolded myself, head lifting to the clear afternoon sky. "It's... It's just one of those things. You shouldn't be—fuck, what's happening to me?"
The tears spilt against my will, trailing down my cheeks until they kissed my lips. Salty. In the same way, he kissed me and left just when I thought we were getting somewhere.
That final look he gave me before disappearing into the forest still haunted my mind.
