I waited.
For a long time, all I did was wait without moving a muscle, without making a sound. Still... I couldn't say I cared much.
I couldn't think about anything after what Celine had said to me. I knew she was probably directing her anger at me, I knew that. That's why I had let her, but that didn't change the fact that there was some truth in what she had said.
She was there because of me, she had suffered because of me, she was like this because of me. I was to blame for everything, even if indirectly.
"Celine?"
I waited for a while, but there was no response.
"If you're awake, can you respond even a little?"
Again, there was no response, and finally, I let out a deep sigh.
I stood up slowly, opening the door just enough to leave a slight gap. Through that gap, I saw Celine leaning against the door, just like me, and I realized she was asleep.
