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Not moving. Not thinking anything useful. Just... existing in that hollow, buzzing way you do after someone drops a bomb on you and leaves you in the smoke.
By the next morning, nothing felt clearer — if anything, the quiet was worse.
Normally, Celestia would’ve texted by now. Something dramatic, maybe a You’re dead to me gif or a selfie where she looked stunning but captioned it murder eyes. Or maybe she’d call just to yell at me until I said something stupid enough for her ...
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