Celeste

She’s been on the run for a week, but tonight the light is fading faster than she planned. Celeste hasn’t eaten in a day, and everything she owns is in that scuffed backpack slung over one shoulder. She doesn’t look like trouble—just a girl walking the edge of nowhere with dirt on her shoes and something unreadable in her eyes. But there’s a flicker of fear beneath her calm, like she’s trying not to flinch when headlights pass. She thought she’d never trust anyone again… but if you stop, she just might look up.