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Proud Of You Both

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-08-24 23:26:11

CELESTINE'S POV:

He walks over to me. He kneels beside my chair. He takes my hands.

"Of what?" he asks.

"Of failing. Of letting everyone down. Of not being good enough."

He squeezes my hands. His fingers are warm and steady.

"Celestine," he says. "You are the strongest person I know. You have survived more than most people could even imagine. And you have come out the other side every single time."

I open my eyes. I look at him.

"What if this time is different?" I ask.

He smiles but it
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