#* celeste

Whatever was happening for her in that moment, it stilled her for far too long. Celeste always seemed to be on the move, and yet, the way she simply stood there, at the edge of the carpark overlooking the bay sent a pang of guilt through his chest. The same one that inevitably made him think approaching her was a good idea. "Hey," he muttered quietly, not wanting to scare her too much, "You doing alright? You're gonna get hit by some asshole surfer in his crappy jeep standing here like this."