CELESTE'S POV
I woke up to an empty room, much to my disappointment. I thought Killian would be beside me, judging by what I had gone through last night, but I didn't put into consideration the fact that he had responsibilities to tackle. While he dealt with his responsibility, I decided it was the best time to also deal with mine, even though my chest still felt heavy from what I witnessed last night.
Venessa.
She called out for me.
She thought I would show up and save her.
But I didn't, I failed her.
I clawed at my heavy chest, desperate to get rid of the ache buried in it. My eyes stung, but the tears wouldn't even fall. You would think I have gotten better, but this feeling was worse than crying. Being choked by grief and guilt, and having nowhere to escape to, no comfort to run to.
It's terrible. Extremely horrendous.
After a quick shower and a change of clothing, I head out to tick off obligations on my to-do list. I started with the doctor's quarters. Never been there, but
