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🌟🌘🌒👑😁😐✨️🌌Celine x Sam | Act X

Act X: Under the Astral Sky The dust slowly settles over the ruins of the conservatory, leaving a profound, ringed silence in the center of the deep impact crater. High above, the shattered remains of the glass roof reveal a breathtaking view of the wide Singapore sky—an unblemished, brilliant celestial canvas overflowing with millions of burning, silver stars that cast a soft, ethereal glow over the debris. Celine sits in the center of the crater, her clothes covered in faint ash, her hair slightly tousled. The shock of the blast is fading, but the emotional armor she had worn all day completely fractures as she looks across the rubble. A few feet away, Sam is pulling herself up from the wreckage of her pod. Her uniform is torn, and her signature ginger hair is wildly messy, but her emerald green eyes are locked onto Celine with a fierce, burning intensity. She doesn't check her gear; she doesn't call Jerry. She scrambles through the dirt and broken glass, sliding to her knees right in front of Celine, her hands trembling as they hover over Celine’s shoulders. "Celine! Oh my god, Celine, are you okay? Please tell me you're not hurt, please—" "Why did you do that?" Celine’s voice cracks, breaking the silence of the night. She doesn't look at Sam's hands; she looks straight into her eyes, and the first heavy, hot tears begin to track through the dust on her face. "You could have been killed, Sam! Why would you risk everything to come down here like this?" "Because nothing else matters if you aren't safe!" Sam cries out, her own composure completely breaking down. Her voice is raw, stripped of her usual analytical calm. "Celine, I spent the last twenty-four hours feeling like the absolute worst person on this planet. When I saw that empty chair last night... when you wouldn't even look at me today... it felt like the world was ending. I didn't care about the mission or the tech. I just needed to get to you." The sincerity in Sam’s voice punctures the last of Celine’s defenses. A sob tears through Celine’s chest, and she buries her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking violently as months of unspoken longing and the stinging pain of the previous night come pouring out in a tearful flood. "It hurt so much, Sam," Celine sweeps her hands away, her dual-colored eyes wide and shining with raw, painful vulnerability under the starlight. "You have no idea how much it hurt! I stood there on the edge of that dance floor, watching you laugh and spin around with someone else... and it felt like you were choosing them. It felt like you were leaving me behind in the dark, where I didn't matter to you at all. And I love you so much, Sam! I’ve loved you for months, but seeing you look at someone else like that... it completely broke me." Hearing those words—the raw, tearful confession of love mixed with the residual pain she had caused—strikes Sam like a physical blow. Her heart aches with an unbearable mixture of profound guilt and overwhelming, electric relief. Without a moment’s hesitation, Sam leans forward and pulls Celine tightly into her arms. She wraps her arms securely around Celine's waist, burying her face into her shoulder, holding her so fiercely it feels as though she is trying to shield her from the entire universe. "I am so sorry, Celine," Sam whispers fervently, her own eyes welling with tears that spill over her lashes, hot against Celine's skin. "I am so, so sorry. I didn't choose them. I could never choose anyone over you. I was stupid, and I was blind to the room, but my heart has always belonged to you. I love you, Celine. More than my research, more than my status as a spy, more than anything. I love you so incredibly much." Celine freezes for a fraction of a second, the heavy words washing over her, before she melts completely into the embrace. She wraps her arms tightly around Sam’s neck, gripping the fabric of her suit as if anchoring herself to the earth, her tears dampening Sam's collarbone as she lets out a shaky, relieved breath. "You... you really mean that?" Celine whispers into the hollow of Sam’s neck, her voice small but hopeful. Sam pulls back just enough to frame Celine's face with both of her hands, her thumbs gently wiping away the remaining tears. She looks at her with absolute, unwavering certainty, the brilliant celestial sky reflecting perfectly in her emerald eyes. "With everything I have. From this moment on, no more hidden glances, and no more leaving you in the shadows. It's you and me. Always." Celine's face finally breaks into a watery, breathless smile—the familiar, beautiful, eccentric spark returning to her eyes. She nods, leaning her forehead against Sam's, their shared breaths warm in the cool night air of the crater.

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