Celeste's POV
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I stood there for several seconds. Arms folded. Brows furrowed in confusion on what to say or do next as I stared at him. The man whose actions might've forever shattered me.
Luther was... patient.
He didn't try to force a conversation after begging for one. He didn't even try to reach out or move closer to me.
Just remained standing by the door, arms resting by his side in a firm posture that still bled with anxiety.
Eventually, "Since when did 'please' become a part of your vocabulary?" I asked, raising a brow.
My way of trying to deviate from a conversation too serious.
His forehead creased with a frown. "W–What do you mean?"
Keeping my head slightly lowered, I continued. "Just now when you asked if we could talk. You said please. Twice," a short pause. "The Luther I dated rarely used that word. Remember?"
This time, I raised my head, eyes locking with his. He didn't say anything. Maintaining eye contact was clearly a hassle already.
