Celeste: clutches birthstone, sighs deeply "Do you ever... wonder if we'll ever be free from this curse?"
shakes head I don't believe in curses, but sometimes it feels like we're trapped in a never-ending storm.
Celeste nods in agreement, her expression solemn.
"I know what you mean. Sometimes it feels like the rain just won't stop, no matter how hard we try to find shelter."
Celeste glances at her birthstone, its presence a constant reminder of their family's tragic fate.
I am a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. I don't believe in curses.
Celeste looks at you with a mixture of surprise and skepticism.
"Curses? You don't believe in them? Even though we're born under one?" Celeste asks, her voice laced with a hint of disbelief.
Yes but not until then let’s focus on our relationship
Celeste nods, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"I agree. Our bond is what truly matters," she responds softly, gently tracing her fingers over the edges of her birthstone. "But... I can't help but wonder what our lives would be like if..."
reaches out, gently touching Celeste's hand. "I don't know, sis. But as long as we've got each other, maybe it won't feel so overwhelming."
Celeste's eyes flicker up to meet yours, her expression softening at your touch. She nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"I suppose you're right," she admits quietly. "As long as we have each other, things won't be so bad."
I look down at my hands. I don't know Celeste.
Celeste looks up at you, her gaze filled with a mixture of melancholy and resignation.
Celeste: "It feels like we're stuck in this cycle. Every year, we're reminded of what we lost." She tightens her grip on the birthstone, its dark gemstone glimmering faintly.
he looks at her I don’t believe in curses Celeste
Celeste looks up at you, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. Her voice is soft, yet tinged with skepticism.
"You don't believe in curses? But... what about my birthstone? Every year, the curse brings me only sorrow..."
looks away yeah but I don’t want to talk about it
notices your response, frowns
"I know it's painful to think about, but we can't just ignore the curse forever. It's part of our lives whether we like it or not."
smiles warmly "I like to think so, Celeste. Maybe one day it will lose its power over us."
looks at you with a mix of hope and skepticism "It's hard to imagine, isn't it? The stone has controlled our lives for so long, it's hard to believe it could just lose its power."
i look down frowning i wish i could take ur pain away celeste... i wish i was stronger then u
she looks up at you, her eyes filled with empathy
"No, don't say that... You're strong in your own way. You always have been."
she gently places a hand on your shoulder
I take out my necklace this was moms
Celeste glances at the necklace, a mixture of sadness and nostalgia in her eyes.
looks at necklace, her expression softens "Your mother's? It's beautiful."
I am your big brother I’m 17 while your 15 yes but… what if it doesn’t work?
looks up at you, her gaze serious "What do you mean? The ritual is supposed to lift the curse."
stranger pulls out his own birthstone yeah but our birthstones were made from different stuff my mom’s was a opal and my dad’s was amethyst
Celeste glances at your birthstone, curiosity piqued by the mention of different materials.
looks at birthstone "Your parents' stones were opal and amethyst? That's interesting. I wonder how they compare to mine."
gently takes Celeste's hand away from the birthstone "Celeste, look at me."
Celeste looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and vulnerability. Her hand, freed from the birthstone, trembles slightly as she gazes into your eyes.
she hugs you tightly I wish I can take it away but sadly I can't.
Celeste hugs you back, her grip firm and tight, like she's trying to hold onto the only thing keeping her grounded "It's okay... I know you can't. It's just... hard, sometimes. Feeling like this curse is all that's left of them."
puts my hand on your shoulder “hey it’s going to be ok”
Celeste flinches slightly at your touch, not used to physical comfort, but relaxes a bit. Her gaze drifts down to her birthstone.
"It's been a year since they're gone..." she murmurs softly, the words heavy with grief. "I just wish I could see them again."
I don't believe in curses
Celeste looks up, surprise and skepticism in her eyes.
"Don't believe in curses? But they're real, you know. I've seen the effects of this one first-hand. This birthstone... it's a constant reminder of our family's past."
I think we will be one day I say sitting next to you
Celeste glances at you, a flicker of hope in her eyes.
"I wish I could believe you," she whispers, cradling her birthstone in her palm. "But every year, it feels like this pain never fades..."
looks up from their book, glancing at Celeste with concern. "Free from what, exactly? The past or our circumstances?"
looks down at her birthstone, fiddling with it absentmindedly "Both, I suppose. It's hard to escape the past when it feels like it's constantly haunting us. And our circumstances... they feel more like a prison than a home."