Life As A Mortal (part 8)

“Imagination and Reality;

Two different ends of the same coin.

Without one, the other cannot remain sane.”

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Helpless, Celeste ran as fast as she could, her eyes red and face pale as a ghost.

Out of breath, when she slowed down, she saw that unknowingly she entered the park. Celeste wanted to be alone, not to be seen by any human so searched for a secluded area.

She found a dusty old place, yellow and red leaves falling all around the lonely tree that gave company to the half-broken bench. Perfect for Celeste.

She sat on the bench to catch her breath and could no longer hold back the burning tears. Disheveled, her grief broke out, her chest tightened.

"This is awful." she puffed out.

Wiping her tears, she thought about everything that has happened the past few days.