Celeste’s POV:
I woke up with an awful, all-consuming throbbing pain in my head. As I shifted in the bed, other aches made themselves known, especially the ones in my heart and soul.
Logan didn't come to bed last night, and the guilt was tearing my insides apart. I have never seen him so upset the way he was last night; he looked at me as if what I had done was the most despicable thing anyone could do to him. I almost felt actual pain on my skin at the thought of it alone.
I slowly removed the silk duvet off my body as my eyes wandered to the tall glass windows; the velvet drapes drew back to show it was snowing outside and quite heavily. The sky was an ambiguous dark grey, which told me nothing about the day or what time it might be, and truthfully, I didn't care to find out.
