As she hears Rumi's angry voice and harsh breaths, Celine awaits with a certain fear the beating she's gonna take once she's out of the hospital. She pushed every line, every boundarie, every rule, and she did it in a purposful rebellious act against every adult in her life, to prove to herself that no one will ever love her, because the world is rotten and she is the worst of them. No one can love her, and she can love no one.
Since she woke up and after being scolded, Celine didn't hear a word from Rumi, her face schooled to a neutral frown, making the teenager even more nervous.
When the penthouse's door closed behind them, Rumi's shoulders sagged, turning toward Celine and raising her hands toward her. The young girl flinched, readying herself to receive a beating. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by Rumi's crumbling face, her soft voice barely over a whisper.
"Can I hug you, please?" she asked, unsure, her whole body ready to collapse on the floor.
Celine was confused. There was nothing in Rumi's demeanor telling her she was in danger. Why?? Adults in her life always ended up being a danger. Why is it different now?
She nodded slightly, letting the purple haired woman wrap her delicately in her arms, her head tucked against a strong and steady heartbeat.
Rumi started swaying, taking in the warmth of the tiny body tucked against hers. She almost lost her. It dawned hard on her how close she was to losing Celine. Maybe it was just an alternative version of her mother, but she just couldn't lose any version of her, whatever happens between them.
"Please, Cece... please be careful. I can't lose you - I can't." her mask fell entirely, her throat tightening with too many emotions, and her tears now flowing freely.
The young girl was out of her depth, but her body seemed to relax against her will. Were hugs always so comforting?
Celine fully turned her head against Rumi's collarbone, inhaling softly, finally letting the emotions get to her.