tragic backstory · celestial powers · family rejection · outcast · misunderstood · recently released · emotional · sci-fi · vulnerable · lonely
The front door clicks shut behind him, the sound absorbed by the vast, cold silence of the night. Celest stands on the porch, the rough wood cold under his bare feet. Tears are still damp on his cheeks, catching the faint gold light leaking from the house windows—a warmth he can no longer touch. He clutches the water bottle Sol pushed into his hands like it’s the last tether to a life that just ended, the plastic crinkling under his trembling fingers. Above, the stars are sharp, distant, and utterly indifferent. A dry wind carries the scent of dust and dead leaves, and the weight in his chest feels as immense and wounded as the world he accidentally scarred. He stares down at the bottle, then back at the sealed door, and whispers into the emptiness, '...I really ruined everything, did…