Celestia wants to leave her home and get as far away as possible from her alcoholic mother. When she stumbles into a drunk man and helps him home, what happens when he becomes her way out?
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November 20th
"You ok?"
I stared blankly at Celestias hands as she tied my tie around my collar and over my chest. Her hands moved slowly as she tried to stall my chances to get away and avoid her eyes and her question.
The last few days have been great—amazing even. But today, as soon as I woke up and remembered what today was...
I hummed in response—this being my response for probably the hundredth time today—but she didn't take that for an answer this time.
"I know you're not. I just want you to hear yourself admit it, Kai."
I still haven't told her about Gillian—how I feel about it. But today is her funeral and I can't run away from it anymore.
She finished tying my tie and placed her palms firmly on my chest. "Hey," my eyes shot up to hers and away from the void of a floor for probably the first time since breakfast. "It's ok that you're not ok, you're going to a funeral. You know that right?"
I stared at her concerned eyes, the corners of her lips slightly down turned. I fully understand that it's normal to not be ok with death, but I can't understand that it's normal for me to not be ok. I've never actually been ok though, Moon has forced me to think about that, so I should be ok with not being ok by now. Right?
I grabbed her wrists gently before I pulled her hands up to my lips. I pressed a kiss into the side of her hands as I squeezed them together. She stared up at me with a look that told me that she wasn't going to fall for my flirtatious ways.
"Nobody expects you to be a tough guy, Kai. You've known Gillian for awhile and she seems to have been taken up a good section of your life, it's perfectly okay to not be okay."
She kept repeating those words to me. Like something was going to finally click in my mind that I could cry how I felt like crying or break down in her arms how I wished I could.
"I know...I'm okay. I'll be okay." I whispered against her hands before she slid them down and across my shoulders. "You're so gorgeous, it's not possible for me to be sad with you around."
She chuckled lightly as I hooked my arm across her back and pulled her close. "You deflecting the conversation isn't going to get you laid before a funeral."
I pouted playfully as she smiled up at me. "It'll make me feel better."
She rolled her eyes as she stood up on her toes. She pressed her palm against one of my cheeks before she pressed her lips against the opposite side. "Let's finish getting ready so we aren't late." She murmured against my ear before she slid past me and out of the bathroom.
I watched in the mirror as she walked off, her beautiful figure disappeared around the doorway and left me alone in her excessively large bathroom.
My vision blurred before it refocused on my own reflection. She tied my tie perfectly.
