Celestine's POV
At first, the apologies didn't change anything.
Just because Adrian's family admitted the truth about Kian didn't mean everything magically became normal again.
Trust doesn't work like that.
Weeks passed.
And yet… they kept coming.
Not with excuses.
Not with arguments.
Just… presence.
Sometimes Adrian's mother would bring food, placing it quietly on the kitchen counter like she wasn't sure she deserved to stay.
Sometimes Adrian's father would sit with mine in the living room, the two of them talking about business like they used to years ago.
The conversations were awkward at first.
Short.
Careful.
But slowly… they became longer.
More natural.
Like two old friends trying to remember how to be friends again.
And then there was Keifer.
He didn't talk much.
Most of the time he stayed near the doorway or outside in the garden, like he wasn't sure he was allowed inside yet.
One afternoon I found him helping my father fix the broken fence in our backyard.
Neither of them spoke much.
But Keifer worked quietly, passing tools, tightening bolts, doing whatever my father asked without hesitation.
When they finished, my father simply nodded.
"Good work."
It wasn't forgiveness.
But it wasn't rejection either.
And Keifer seemed to understand that.
Another time my mother asked Adrian's mother to help in the kitchen.
I watched them from the doorway.
At first they barely spoke.
But then they started talking about recipes… then about the past… then about us.
Little by little, the walls between our families started to crack.
Not break.
Just crack.
One evening we all ended up at the same dinner table
The atmosphere wasn't perfect.
But it wasn't hostile either.
It felt like something fragile.
Something slowly rebuilding itself.
I glanced across the table.
Keifer was quiet as usual, his eyes occasionally drifting toward the empty seat where Jay used to sit.
He noticed me watching him.
For a moment neither of us spoke.
Then he said quietly,
"I know I don't deserve her forgiveness."
His voice carried a weight that made my chest tighten.
"But I'll still try to deserve it."
For the first time since everything happened… I believed him.
Because trust isn't built in a day.
It's built in moments.
Small ones.
And those moments were finally beginning.
( Jay's pov )
The evening in Oslo was quiet.
Snow was falling softly outside my apartment window, covering the streets in white.
I sat at my desk, sketching ideas for a design that had been stuck in my head all day.
My phone suddenly rang.
Celestine.
I smiled slightly and answered.
"Hey."
"Hey," she said.
Something about her voice sounded lighter than usual.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Nothing much," she replied casually. "Just dinner at home."
I could hear voices in the background.
At first I didn't pay attention. I kept sketching while we talked about random things—her day, my projects, the cold weather.
Then suddenly I heard something.
Laughter.
Not just anyone's laughter.
Adrian's.
My pencil froze in my hand.
"…Celestine?" I said slowly.
"Yeah?"
"Why is Adrian at our house?"
There was a small pause.
"Because he's having dinner with us."
My heart skipped.
"With us?"
Before she could answer, another familiar voice echoed faintly through the phone.
Keifer.
I knew that voice anywhere.
For a moment the room around me felt strangely quiet.
"What's he doing there?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Celestine sighed softly.
"They've been coming over a lot lately," she said. "Trying to fix things."
leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling.
"And?"
"And it's… getting better," she admitted.
I didn't say anything for a moment.
Through the phone I could hear plates clinking, people talking, another burst of laughter.
The sound felt strange.
Like listening to a memory that didn't belong to me anymore.
"I'm glad," I said quietly.
And I meant it.
Our families deserved peace.
But that didn't mean everything inside me had magically healed.
"Jay," Celestine said gently.
"I know what you're going to say," I replied.
I stood up and walked toward the window, looking out at the snowy Oslo streets.
"I'm happy they're fixing things," I continued.
"But that doesn't change how I feel."
Celestine didn't argue.
She just said softly,
"I figured."
In the background I heard someone call her name from the dining room.
"I should go," she said.
"Okay."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
The call ended.
I stayed by the window for a long time after that.
Back home, everything was slowly coming back together.
But here in Oslo… my life was moving forward in a completely different direction.
And for now—
That was exactly where I needed to be.
Guys so I'm going to skip the time and as you guys suggested I'm going to add the engagement later 👻🤍
Drop your ideas , also should the engagement be held on somewhere in norway ( you know 😉 somewhere peaceful 🇳🇴) or in London? I just want to choose what you guys like 🥹🎀♥️
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