4 months later...
Celeste's POV:
I sighed as I flicked through the photo album, looking at pictures of my mom.It will be 11 years since she died on Monday, and we were gonna fly back to Maine so that we could visit her tomb.
Christmas was really good too. Asher and I didn't talk about what happened with his dad again, but it still worried me, especially when he left to go back home.
But he's moving out soon... which I guess is kinda good?
I know I should be happy for him, because he's going to college, but that still worried me too. Even if he wasn't bothered about other girls, I was scared we would drift apart...
On the bright side, he only applied for colleges in California, so he wouldn't be too far away.
I closed the photo album, and laid back on my bed.
All the boys were graduating soon too... which means I won't even be able to sit with them for lunch anymore.
"Ambrose, celeste, I'm home!" My dad shouted from downstairs, and I jumped off my bed to go and greet him.
I don't want dad to see me sad... he always tries to hide when he's sad, but I can tell sometimes.
I left my room and started to run downstairs, but paused when I saw a short, dark skinned woman stood next to dad.
Who is that?
"Sweetheart." He said as he held his arms out for a hug.
"Hi dad." I hugged him, then pulled away, eyeing the pretty woman in suspicion.
Oh my god... is she...
"Celeste, I want you to meet Aaliyah... she's my girlfriend." He added the end on hesitantly, and my jaw dropped.
Dad really had a girlfriend... It's about time!
"It's so nice to finally meet you, Celeste. I've heard so much about you." She smiled kindly at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Hi!" I beamed, and gave her a hug too. "You're soooo pretty, how long have you, and dad been together? Where did you meet- oh, does Ambrose kn-"
"Celeste!" My dad chuckled, and pulled me away from her as she giggled too, "Give the woman a chance."
I stepped away with flushed cheeks, and held my hands behind my back to stop myself from fidgeting so much.
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NYCTOPHILIA
Romancenyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a - love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness. ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ {EXTRACT} "Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me. "Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?" I slowly...