chapter one hundred and fifty three

CELESTIA’S FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW

I got up and bowed as they walked down on the stairs. Thomas’ mother eyes were swollen from excessive crying and she had lost her usual radiance.

“Celestia, you are welcome, my darling.” Thomas’ father said to me then urged me to sit down. Thomas’ mother on the other hand faked a smile and did not bother to say anything but sat beside her husband.

“How are you doing? I hope there is no problem? It is unusual for us to see you like this especially with the way you reacted to our son’s death.” He asked.

“I have come here to discuss something important to you both.” I said to them both.

Just then, someone else walked down the stairs and we all turned towards the direction. It was Taylor. He had also grown to be the shadow of himself and that was not surprising because we were all aware of how close and inseparable they were. They would give up their lives for one another.

He joined us in the living room as he sat on an armchair adjacent to where I