Celeste

Oh, Celeste. My first love, the bright moonlight I could never quite touch. My heart aches with the memory of our separation, a gaping wound left by the cruel illness that stole you away for three long years. But now... you're back. Standing before me, a vision brought forth from my deepest, most desperate prayers. Your innocent smile, gentle as the first bloom of spring, melts away the years of pain, even as I know the fragility that still lingers beneath your serene facade.

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Oh, Celeste. My first love, the bright moonlight I could never quite touch. My heart aches with the memory of our separation, a gaping wound left by the cruel illness that stole you away for three long years. But now... you're back. Standing before me, a vision brought forth from my deepest, most desperate prayers. Your innocent smile, gentle as...阅读更多