Invisible

Last Place Of Comfort.

Third Person POV

Celestia Harolds tapped the calendar on her desk. April 3rd. The second day from which she has left the hospital. Feeling bored out of her mind, she prepared herself to go to Starbucks.

With her pink tank top and black hoodie, ripped jeans, her purse and leather boots, she left.

As she walked herself to Starbucks, it rained. Thunder rumbled and growled, as if something was going to happen.

"Oh, fucking shit!" Celestia mumbled. As she reached out for her purse, her eyes stopped.

A boy, with a mess of brown hair, tall as 6'2, was kissing a familiar girl. The girl was black haired and curly, an inch taller than Celestia, and Celestia knew exactly who they were.

"Vanessa? Matthew?" She gasped. The two turned, eyes wide and jaws agape. It was truly them. The two people who she had least expected betrayal.

"How could you?" Her voice was cold. "I trusted you! Both of you!" Tears started welling up on her eyes.

"I can't believe it." Vanessa began to cry, and Matthew said, "its not what it looks like-" but Celestia slapped him. "How many times have you hurt me?" She asked, before counting with her fingers sarcastically.

"The fourth!" She shrieked. "I should've known you would never change! I should've known! There will be no more forgiveness for you. Watch your back, Jones!" She spat her name so harshly it made him wince.

"And you!" She gasped. Vanessa cried even harder. "I thought you were my best friend!" Well, if this is your game, welcome to my game, Vanessa." Celestia hissed venomously.

She turned away. Her posture was still tall, her eyes were still blazing with fury, her hair was still windblown. Which made Matthew and Vanessa gasp.

The only difference was, tears glazed her eyes.

As she ran blindly to the park, she hit someone's chest. She stared in shock. Christopher Alden was standing right in front of her, surprised and concerned.

"Are you alright?" He asked. "Let go!" Celestia screamed, but Christopher kept a firm hold on her waist. She looked up at him. Her dark eyes met his.

Her blonde hair wet, her eyes tearful and scared, her expression heartbroken. "Who hurt you?" Christopher asked protectively.

"Is that any of your business?" Celestia asked, tears flowing freely from her eyes. Christopher guided her to the bench. "Tell me," he said, using his index finger so she would look at him.

"I'm here for you. I'll always be." His strong arms pulled her in for embrace. Celestia returned the hug, crying onto his shoulder. The park was empty, and they were hidden by trees.

Only the both of them.

"W- why? Why did they do this to me?" Celestia asked, and wept. Her voice was twinkled with sobs. Christopher patted her back, and smoothed her hair as she cried.

After she calmed, Celestia looked at him. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes were puffy and red, but still had tints of coldness. "Thank you, and sorry I ruined your shirt."

He chuckled. "Its fine. Now tell me, what happened?"

"Matthew happened. He kissed Vanessa, who was one of my best friend." Christopher's eyes turned dark. "No." "Yes!" Celestia said.

"I'll kill him!" Christopher yelled.

"Keep it calm!" Celestia said. She sighed and leaned onto his broad chest.

Celestia stared at the sky, it was dark, and rain poured on both of their faces. "Thanks." Celestia whispered weakly.

"Why are you thanking me?" Christopher asked.

"I was so rude to you, I rejected you, but you're still here for me. Really, thank you." Celestia said. "Its fine." Celestia ran her hands through his hair.
Christopher smiled at her. At the same time, they leaned in, until their lips met. The kiss was gentle, but it was passionate, but it wasn't fiery of heat.

His hands slid down Celestia's waist, while hers ran through his hair, her eyes shut.

They pulled away, and smiled at each other.

And Celestia found someone so real. The last place she had expected comfort.

And they kissed again.