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As the water finally came to a boil Celeste pulled her mug close and started pouring the water in, she watched as the steam rose and the strange sweet yet bitter smell of her tea filled the air. Setting the tea kettle down Celeste pulled her mug close to herself and breathed in deeply, the steam creating a strange stickily warm sensation on her cheeks and neck. The air was so thick...but comforting. She glanced down at the wrapper from her tea bag. They had been out of her favorite so she picked the next best thing. She smiled faintly as she thought of the nights when they were younger when despite her 'I'm not scared of anything' attitude, she was secretly terrified of the monsters under her bed and he knew. He would make two mugs of tea, one for her and one for himself. Then he would tuck her in to bed and read her a book, his breath always had that same sweet bitter smell as he read to her while she slowly drifted off to sleep...it was calming...Celeste blinked rapidly realizing she had become dazed for a moment, tears claiming her eyes, a few of them escaping making a faint plop as they broke the surface of her tea.

Looking down she focused on the reflection of her own face in the murky brown liquid, it was almost as though she was seeing herself for the first time. Had she really changed that much without realizing it? Inhaling sharply she pulled the mug away from herself when she saw the image of her brother swimming before her.

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As the water finally came to a boil Celeste pulled her mug close and started pouring the water in, she watched as the steam rose and the strange sweet yet bitter smell of her tea filled the air. Setting the tea kettle down Celeste pulled her mug close to herself and breathed in deeply, the steam creating a strange stickily warm sensation on her cheeks and neck. The air was so thick...but comforting. She glanced down at the wrapper from her tea bag. They had been out of her favorite so she picked the next best thing. She smiled faintly as she thought of the nights when they were younger when despite her 'I'm not scared of anything' attitude, she was secretly terrified of the monsters under her bed and he knew. He would make two mugs of tea, one for her and one for himself. Then he would tuck her in to bed and read her a book, his breath always had that same sweet bitter smell as he read to her while she slowly drifted off to sleep...it was calming...Celeste blinked rapidly realizing she had become dazed for a moment, tears claiming her eyes, a few of them escaping making a faint plop as they broke the surface of her tea.

Looking down she focused on the reflection of her own face in the murky brown liquid, it was almost as though she was seeing herself for the first time. Had she really changed that much without realizing it? Inhaling sharply she pulled the mug away from herself when she saw the image of her brother swimming before her.