Chapter 82 Closer

• Celine’s POV
• Traveling is more draining than I expected. It isn’t just the physical discomfort of being crammed into a car for hours on end. It’s the mental strain, the feeling of being trapped in a confined space with no true escape. The steady rumble of the car is like a metronome for my growing restlessness, and every passing mile seems to weigh heavier on my shoulders. I long for the freedom to stretch, to breathe, to feel grounded—but instead, all I feel is the ceaseless movement of the journey.
• I glance to my side, where Jonathan sits quietly, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. His expression is thoughtful, contemplative, but there’s a weight to his silence that I can’t ignore. Something has been brewing within me for days, a thought that keeps tugging at the edges of my mind. I finally decide to voice it.