Chapter Twelve II

Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok.

She was sitting on a varnished chair—her eyes shut, arms crossed to her chest, and her back leaning against the wooden wall. The ticking sound of the old clock echoed to the empty hallway. Every tick of the clock was giving Celestine goosebumps—it was making a strange sound that can only be heard in horror movies nevertheless, Celestine decided to stay where she could hear the sea. It was humming a sweet tune that sounded like a lullaby to Celestine's ears, trying to make her fall asleep.

"Here, eat this."

She slowly opened her eyes and stared at Kingston. He put a sandwich on her lap.

"I'm not hungry," she said, removing the sandwich from her lap. She was still in her bathrobe with nothing underneath it and being around Kingston makes her uncomfortable.

"I'm not asking if you're hungry," he said, taking a huge bite from his sandwich.

Celestine crossed her legs. "How's Vincent?"

"He's fine now. He asked