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Chapter Fifteen VIII

Celestine sat on Vincent's bed. She doesn't know for how long she had been silent ever since Vincent removed his hands on her. His rough warm hands immediately marked its territory to her waist that emptiness evade her heart when he let her go. 

He remained silent. Minutes had passed and none of them dared break the silence. He felt like his throat went dry upon waiting for Celestine to speak. 

Vincent tried to find regret in his heart for what he did, for touching Celestine, for crossing the boundaries he had built for the both of them, and for caressing her smooth hair. Touching her was a sin. He doesn't know how many times he has reminded himself that she is someone he shouldn't touch, or even get close to. 

But as he closed his eyes and think about the fact that it's just Celestine and him inside of his darkroom it calmed him. He felt like he's not alone anymore and he shouldn't be. It's weird, it was

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