CELESTE'S POV
He started taking slow steps towards me and I took steps back to get away from him. I was really getting scared now.
" Celeste! You are still here. You have been gone for 15 minutes already and I was worried!" Tobias's voice rang from behind Dylan.
He came at the exact right moment and I internally thanked whoever God was up there. I was never this happy to see someone ever before. Dylan had stopped in his track but he was still glaring at me. I was scared about what he would do. What if he told everything to Tobias in rage? What would happen then? I had done a grave mistake
CELESTE'S POVCole noticed my expressions that were turning cold and then he looked at Tobias who was looking careless and clueless as ever.Holding Cole's gaze Tobias added, " Becuase she is too bad at it! ” He nodded to himself and Cole frowned at Tobias. Daniel too had shifted his gaze away from me to focus on Tobias now. They were interested to know about me.“ No art gallery wants to showcase her paintings!" He chuckled out stomping on my pride, my hope, my one and only dream and my sel
CELESTE'S POVMe and Tobias had came back from Daniel's house, after a long chit chat. Those three had been talking non stop about business, which I knew nothing of at all. I still couldn't forget all the embarassment I endured today. It was not new. I thought I got used to it already but no! Everytime Tobias said something like this, I felt a new kind of humiliation if that was even possible.Just as Tobias had opened the door to our penthou
CELESTE'S POVGetting out of the tub, I hurriedly dried myself up. I had no choice, but to do what Carl wanted. But there was something, that I must confirm before doing anything else.Tying my bathrob around my naked body,I went towards the telephone beside our bedside table. I dialled Tobias's number and waited for him to pick up. He picked up at the fourth ring and answered in a busy tone, " What happened, Cel?!" I rubbed my temples and tried to sound cheerful, "Ash! Are you really going to be late today?!"
CELESTE'S POVMy voice was stuck in my throat, due to fear that was overclouding ny better judgement. It was that moment in my life where I felt like I won't be able to speak anymore as my heart was beating in my eardrums.The person who had dragged me, pushed me and I fell down harshly on the hard-dirty floor. Blood started to pour out my knee, legs and palms of my hands as I had scrapped then on the cold-hard road. My mind was not allowing me to focus on that wounds. I just wanted to know what the person who had dragged me to the darkness, wanted from me. Turning around suddenly, to find out who did it, I was met with darkness as the lights wer
DYLAN'S POVI came back home, but she was still lingering at the back of my mind, making me feel irritated. Standing in front of the glass panel in my penthouse, I focused on the building, that was little far away from here, but could be seen clearly. That was where she was, that was where she belonged.Snap out of it, Dylan. I scolded myself internally and sighed, trying to ease my mind. I need to get her out of my mind before she becomes a problem for me but maybe, she had already become a problem for me.
AUTHOR'S POVDylan shooked his head off. Maybe he was imagining things right now. He turned around to leave, mentally taking note to rest for a while, as he was sure he was too tired. Just as he took a step forward, the sobs coming from that dark secluded corner stopped him again.Something was bugging him. His gut feelings were telling him, that it was not just his imagination. He was feeling the urge to just check out that alleyway, for one time. There was nothing to lose anyway, even if it was his imagination.
AUTHOR'S POVDylan had been standing at the door for almost 5 minutes, staring at her unconscious self. She was laying on his bed, looking so weak and vulnerable, that his heart was unwantedly hurting for her. He took a step forward and went towards her. He sat down beside her, careful of not ending up hurting her more.He grabbed her hand, that was bruised and caressed it slightly, while looking at her closed eyes. Sighing, he pushed his hairs back with the other hand and continued rubbing circles on the back of her hand, with his thumb.
AUTHOR'S POVDylan was sitting in the living room, waiting for Harry, as his legs shivered impatiently. His arms were folded on his chest and his legs were crossed, while a thoughtful look could be seen on his face. Harry came after a while and stopped in his way, seeing Dylan lost in thoughts. He knew, it was never good, when Dylan started to think hard.He cleared his throat to get Dylan's attention. Dylan turned to glance at Harry and turned back around. It was a sign for Harry to sit down on the sofa. Harry took timid steps and plopped down on the sofa, when Dylan glared at him.