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Not Worth Kindness

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-04-16 19:39:38

Kier came home around two in the morning.

Celestine woke up to the sound of his voice. Not because he was loud but because she was always listening for him. Even in her sleep. Even after all the nights he didn't come home. Her body had learned to wait for him. Her ears had learned to pick out his footsteps in the hallway, his keys in the lock, his voice in the dark.

She lay still in the bed, her hand on her stomach, her heart doing that stupid hopeful thing it always did. He was home. He was he
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