Re: Rooftop - Rhiannon, Celeste, Open
"I mean, maybe," Celeste conceded, tugging a black elastic hair tie off of her wrist and gathering her hair into a loose ponytail away from her face. "Between fate and free will, I think the truth lies somewhere in the middle. But the thing that kind of has me in my head the most is this weird mental standoff I feel like I'm in with my mother." She drew her knees up to her chest and leaned forward to study the scuffed toes of her boots. "I know you were in that text message group, obviously, and saw my 'secret'. I feel like she knows what I did, and we're in this weird game to see who breaks and says it out loud first."
The witch took a deep breath and glanced back up at the sky. "So how did you decide which pieces you wanted to keep?"