My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0525

[Celeste’s P.O.V]

Celeste sat by the window, gazing outside. Her legs ached slightly, though the medication she was receiving dulled most of the pain from her injuries. For a moment, she focused on the sky, letting her thoughts wander to her life and the struggles that had shaped it. She often felt as though she must have committed some terrible sin in a past life, given the hardships she had faced in this one.

Things had settled a bit when she arrived in Seaforth. She didn’t live in luxury; her small apartment was modest, but it was enough. She only had herself and her cat, Spike. From a young age, Celeste had worked wherever she could, never shying away from hard work.

pursue an education. Before Georgina left for Spain, she even recommended Celeste to Clearmount School. Without Georgina, Celeste wouldn’t have had the opportunities she did–or met Peter. She often thought of herself as insignificant, especially after the death of her husband, Adam Johnson. Even though she was a widow, she still carried his name. It helped her feel less alone, a reminder of the brief happiness they’d shared.

grew stronger with each passing day. It hadn’t been long, but Peter had been right when he said that life

as she thought about the first time they’d been intimate. After so many years, she had stopped imagining herself in that way with anyone. Intimacy was for people in love, she thought, and she couldn’t picture herself allowing anyone but her husband to touch

that deeply. She looked back out at the sky, a brilliant shade

girl when we met, barely 18. You were my everything, and I was yours. We didn’t have much, but we never lacked anything important. We could have been

I’m forgetting you, but I’m not. Peter came into my life like a wave. He’s a great man, older than me by a few years. I don’t know why I’m telling you this–I know it’s not appropriate. But if I can’t tell you, who can I tell?

I used to see in you. He’s shared his life with me, and I know it hasn’t been easy. My life hasn’t been easy either. But I think, piece by piece, our broken hearts can mend each other. I want to give myself this chance. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t want it