I'm a straightforward girl. I see what I like and I take it. It's been the same when I was little and it's still the same now. So when I went out clubbing with my friends that night and I saw this highly attractive guy, I just knew I had to have him...
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Was that always there?
I blinked and rubbed my eyes to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me.
There's a mole on your chest. I thought it was cute and was simply touching it.
Those were the words Remi spoke to me not too long ago, but I didn't have a mole on my chest. I thought he probably saw dust or something.
Was this related?
I hovered my finger over it for a second before throwing caution to the wind and touching it.
The power clinging to my heart stirred for a second before settling back down. A chill ran down my spine.
I removed my finger and sucked in a sharp breath of air.
The mole was gone.
"What the fuck?" I furrowed my brows and rubbed my eyes.
I had no idea what was going on or if I was going crazy. Maybe it wasn't a mole? I looked at my finger to see that it was perfectly fine and spotless.
"So what was that?" I murmured to myself, my eyes straying towards Remi's face. His brows were knotted and I could see his eyes flitting behind his lids.
What was going on in that mind of his?
I sighed.
Stressing over what I couldn't understand wouldn't make the situation better. I pushed the strange event to the back of my mind and focused on caring for Remi.
If Rea saw me now, she'd probably have this stupid grin on her face, congratulating me for 'learning how to care for others besides yourself.'
I didn't even remember being that self-absorbed.
....
This was how it felt, huh? To care for someone?
I brushed a stray strand that was bothering his eyes and frowned.
If I had grown up differently, would I have been able to love him freely?
My thoughts dived.
It was why I never liked silence. On the days that I wasn't working in that loud factory, I was at the club or home with music blasting in my ears.
I was confident that I could handle many forms of torture, but I'd found that I was weak to something as simple as silence.
It was when the voice in my head was the loudest.
Not being able to trust myself was something I'd always had to live with, so trusting others came even harder.
I looked over at my vibrating phone to see the screen flashing.
An incoming call.
I collected it from the nightstand and answered. "Hello?"
"Celeste! Where are you?" Bella's voice was breathy, as if she had just run a marathon.
