On the other hand, Celeste was a whirlwind of energy who slowly stepped into my world, first as a friend, and when we both felt the same feelings, we became lovers.
With a gentle kiss on my forehead, she would whisper, “Silly, you’re not alone anymore.”
Her eyes would shine as she declared, “I love you, forever.”
“They say men should protect women from the storm,” she’d continue, her voice steady and reassuring, “but I’m not concerned about that. I just want to shield you from all the unhappiness and frustration life might throw at us.”
I was convinced those were the happiest days of my life; seeing her made my world complete. Yet, fate delighted in its cruel twists. When her first lover came back, all of it shattered into pieces, stripping away my joyous moment in the blink of an eye.
When I regained my composure, I stated firmly, “Let’s get a divorce.”
Celeste’s eyes flared with frustration as she snapped, “Not this again, trying to force my hand!”
She sighed heavily and pushed her hair back in irritation. “We’re talking about Conan’s education right now, not about us or this divorce. Let’s keep our focus where it belongs.”