LittleNovelChapter 0525 [Celeste's P.O.V] Celeste sat by the window, gazing outside. Her legs ached slightly, though the medication she was receiving dulled most of the pain from her injuries. For a moment, she focused on the sky, letting her thoughts wander to her life and the struggles that had shaped it. She often felt as though she must have committed sterrible sin in a past life, given the hardships she had faced in this one.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThings had settled a bit when she arrived in Seaforth. She didn't live in luxury; her small apartment was modest, but it was enough. She only had herself and her cat, Spike. From a young age, Celeste had worked wherever she could, never shying away from hard work.
Her life changed when she met Georgina Telesca, a well-off but humble friend who helped her pursue an education. Before Georgina left for Spain, she even recommended Celeste to Clearmount School. Without Georgina, Celeste wouldn't have had the opportunities she did-or met Peter. She often thought of herself as insignificant, especially after the death of her husband, Adam Johnson. Even though she was a widow, she still carried his name. It helped her feel less alone, a reminder of the brief happiness they'd shared.
Now, with Peter in her life, she found herself smiling again. The feelings he stirred in her grew stronger with each passing day. It hadn't been long, but Peter had been right when he said that life was unpredictable.
Céleste blushed as she thought about the first tthey'd been intimate. After so many years, she had stopped imagining herself in that way with anyone. Intimacy was for people in love, she thought, and she couldn't picture herself allowing anyone but her husband to touch her. Peter, however, had swept in like a hurricane- unapologetic and disruptive. But the real question was, what would happen when the storm passed? Would it leave or stay? She decided not to dwell on it too much. Peter's interest in her seemed genuine, and she valued that deeply. She looked back out at the sky, a brilliant shade of blue like the ones she used in her paintings. Unable to move or exert herself, she bid a silent farewell to her husband, speaking in her mind: 'Adam, you were my first love. I was just a girl when we met, barely 18. You were my everything, and I was yours. We didn't have much, but we never lacked anything important. We could have been a beautiful family- you, me, and our baby. But life didn't allow it. Even though our child never made it to my arms, I've found peace knowing they're with you wherever your soul rests.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm'I love you, my darling. I always will, and I'll always love both of you. Don't ever forget that. Maybe it feels like I'm forgetting you, but I'm not. Peter cinto my life like a wave. He's a great man, older thanby a few years. I don't know why I'm telling you this-I know it's not appropriate. But if I can't tell you, who can I tell? 'I want to try with him. When I look into his enigmatic eyes, I see sadness, but also a spark-like the one I used to see in you. He's shared his life with me, and I know it hasn't been easy. My life hasn't been easy either. But I think, piece by piece, our broken hearts can mend each other. I want to give myself this chance. I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want it to just be Spike and me.
"This time, I want to chand cook dinner for someone. I want to sleep beside someone and wake up next to them. I want someone to say good morning with a kiss, just like you used to. I want someone who smiles at me, who makesfeel safe, protected, and cared for. I'm so tired of being afraid. You know how much I feared being alone, and now I've lived through it. That's why I want my life to take a new course.
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