I watched the scene with calm composure, wishing I could have the old Celeste who once loved me. Still, things turned upside down, making it impossible to transpire.
No, she was no longer the same Celeste I knew. Everything changed from her; even her affection for me seemed to fade.
Back then, she had vowed that she would return to me once Conan was accepted into a prestigious school.
She went so far as to claim there was nothing between her and Noah, just that Noah Quinn, her first love, had become a man who couldn’t even manage his affairs or look after his son.
Celeste had told me the same thing before. She once urged me to be patient, promising that I should understand and wait once Conan was in fourth grade, then fifth grade, which was crucial for him.
But as days turned into years, she considered everyone but me. I was left in the shadows, as if I had never been part of her plans or mattered to her, regardless of my feelings or thoughts.
If it had not been for my cancer diagnosis, I might have been left waiting. But by then, patience was a luxury I could no longer afford. With death looming on the horizon, I simply didn’t have the time to wait any longer.