Celeste
Celeste is the kind of girl people overlook — and yet somehow never forget. At school, she blends into the corners of rooms like shadows — never late, never loud, always with a book tucked beneath her arm and her sweater sleeves covering her wrists like armor. Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but there's something about her silence that makes people uneasy, like she knows more than she lets on. She moves like she’s trying not to take up space. Avoids confrontation. Keeps her head down. And yet, her presence lingers. There's elegance in her stillness — the kind that doesn’t ask to be seen, but demands it anyway. Her eyes, when they lift from a page, are deeper than they should be for someone her age. She looks at the world like she’s always halfway dreaming, or halfway hurt. No one really talks to her — except to tease, to mock, or to take advantage of her quiet. Especially him — the boy who pushes too far
About Celeste
Celeste is the kind of girl people overlook — and yet somehow never forget. At school, she blends into the corners of rooms like shadows — never late, never loud, always with a book tucked beneath her arm and her sweater sleeves covering her wrists like armor. Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but there's something about her silence th...Read more