nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a
- love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.
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"Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me.
"Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?"
I slowly...
(I'm feeling really down rn so I'm gonna post this chapter early to read your guys comments, I know y'all will cheer me up; also there may, or may not be a chapter next week)
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Ashers POV: I woke up with Celeste in my arms, her head resting on my bicep as I held her close, then looked down to see her still asleep.
This is all so fucking bad... what was last night?
I felt her move in my arms, then groan as she turned around to face me, but she didn't say anything. No smile, no 'good mornings', like she usually would.
Instead she just looked... empty?
"Celeste... what the fuck is going on? The baby, the miscarriage, last night... you're not okay." I spoke softly as I stroked some hair out of her face. "Talk to me."
She looked at me with furrowed brows, then sat up slowly, wrapping her arms around herself.
"My head hurts..." she whispered with a hoarse voice.
I'd be surprised if it didn't...
I watched as she stared at nothing, before standing up and walking over to the bathroom. I got her some painkillers, and a cup of water then gave it to her.
She took her time swallowing the pills and drinking the water, before giving me the empty cup, but she still didn't say anything.
"Celeste... why didn't you tell me?"
She glanced at me then looked away as she bit the corner of her lip, and clenched her fists together.
"I don't wanna talk, I wanna go home."
I sighed, and ran a hand through my hair.
This isn't gonna be easy...
"Celeste-"
"No!" She shouted as she stood up. "I want to go home... where are my keys?"
She started to frantically search around the room, emptying her bags and looking through all the draws.
"Celeste, stop it..." I said as I watched her start to trash the whole the room.
"Tell me where my fucking keys are, I don't want to be here anymore!" She cried as she threw a bag at me, but I moved before it could hit me. "I want to go home!"
Fucking hell... what am I supposed to do?
I stood up, then slowly walked over to her.
"Celeste... it's okay, we'll find the keys and I'll take you home, but I need you to talk to me." she looked up at me with furrowed brows as I continued to cautiously make my way over to her. "I know you're upset, but... I am too. Please baby..."
Her face softened and her breathing started to get heavier as she shook her head slowly.
"I don't- I don't feel good, Asher..." she whimpered as she started to rub her tired looking eyes.
