Celeste For a whole month my life has been nothing but a dead, it’s like I’ve been moving through a thick fog the world had lost its color, its sound, its smell. Everything was muted, gray.My father’s funeral had been a quiet terrible affair. Just me, a priest and a hole in the ground.I walked out of the automatic doors and New York City hit me like a wall The air wasn’t exactly fresh—it was a mix of car exhaust hot concrete and something else, something spicy and alive. It was loud. Horns blared people shouted into phones and a thousand footsteps created a chaotic soundon the sidewalk.I stood there for a moment my small suitcase at my feet feeling incredibly small in crowd.My eyes roamed around in search for my best friend Lisa, that is to pick me up.“CELESTE!”A shriek so high-pitched and full of pure joy that it cut through all the noise my eyes instantly finding hersShe was jumping up and down her wild curls bouncing her arms waving frantically over her head like she was
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