The celebration slowly faded, replaced by a heavy silence that settled over the Lost City like morning fog. The glowing lanterns had long dimmed, the music had stopped, and most of the guests had either returned to their homes or fallen asleep under the stars. But for some, sleep didn't come easy.
Celina lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The memory of Clyde's forehead kiss still lingered on her skin, still unsure of his motive.
It was clear that she lacked knowledge about romance and relationships. But, while she was Mallory, she had seen a lot of men and women in the back alley, with their bodies pressed together and their lips against each other. She wondered what they were doing.
'Fighting?'
They would keep panting and groaning like they were in pain. When she was caught watching one of them, the lady only smiled at waved her off.
"This isn't for kids! Shoo!"
She never got to know what they were doing because she never reached adulthood.
