Luther's POV
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8:25Am, Female Dormitory.
When he got up this morning and decided to come to Celeste... He'd first run multiple possible scenarios in his mind.
He needed to actually talk to her and air out what he truly feels. Although Lysandra was there to ruin the mood before he showed up—he got close. Really close to getting a positive reaction from Celeste.
Sadly, Silas just had to come into the suite and distract her, forcing her to leave.
For several seconds, he stood in silence, blinking at the half-open door. His hands clenched into fists, jaw slackening with a brittle laugh.
"I should be patient," he muttered, finally swerving his head away from the door. "She deserves patience. I... Just need to view all this in a—bloody fuck!"
His right hand brushed through his messy blonde hair, the other hand resting on his waist.
She was slipping away. Scratch that... She's long slipped away and now found her way into his brother's waiting arms.
