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...
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Celeste's POV Now that I was back at school again I was extremely nervous. People were staring, which is obviously understandable since I'm new, but it still mad me feel uneasy.
Ambrose and I left the schools office after picking up our timetables and he was now walking me to my first class, which was English.
"How are you feeling little demon?" Ambrose asked as he squeezed my hand a little.
I looked up and saw the worried expression on his face.
I didn't want him to worry about me. That's all he and dad ever do, especially since what happened.
I did the best smile I could and nodded my head yes. "I'm just a...little nervous." I said with a shrug.
"It's okay to be nervous." He said softly as we stopped in front of a red, closed door.
"Just remember im here with you, even if we're not in the same room, okay?"
I nodded my head as I looked up at him.
"If you need me all you have to do is text me and I'll be here. My class is just over there." he stated as he pointed to another red door, relatively close to mine.
"I'll be here once you've finished, now it's time to go we're already late." He stated as he ruffled my hair.
"Hey! your gonna ruin my fro"
He just laughed then pulled me into a hug and squeezed me tightly.
"I'll be okay," I reassured him then pulled away "do I look good?"
He smiled at me then replied, "always."
I smiled back at him then turned around to the door.
"Remember to just be yourself." Ambrose said softly before walking towards his own lesson.
I took a deep breath then opened the door.
Everyone's eyes instantly darted to me as I disrupted the lesson, "S-sorry I'm late, I had to get my timetable." I stammered.
The middle aged woman gave her a warm smile. "That's okay. Celeste Banks?" She asked softly.
"Yeah." I beamed with a smile, feeling much more confident now I knew she wasn't mad or a meanie.
"You can take a seat over there, next to Antonia." She spoke as she pointed to a girl with tanned skin and bright red hair sat at the back with two boys on her left, and an empty seat to her right.
