Celia
Silence overtakes my body and mind. My once erratic heartbeat comes to a steady and slow beat, filling my ears as if it is white noise. It brings me only the smallest bit of comfort, though, and I am forced to listen to the scrapes of Soren’s shoes against the wooden stairs, slowly leaving the vicinity of Donna’s home. I hear the faint click of her wooden gate and close my eyes, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
My hand reaches for the doorknob. I have to stop myself from turning it as soon as my brain realizes what we are about to do. I freeze, unsure of what to do in this moment.
Should I chase after him? Should I throw myself into his arms and allow myself to feel the safety and security that he has offered to me so many times?
No…that would be a death wish, right? There ar
