~CELINE'S POV~

I stay there longer than I should. Leaning against the cold wall like it's the only thing keeping me upright. It isn't, but it feels that way. 

I don't trust my legs. 

I don't trust myself. 

And I sure as hell don't trust the man I just left standing in the middle of the ballroom like he didn't just ruin everything I was trying to hold together.

I inhale through my nose, slow. Like if I take the breath carefully enough, it'll stretch my ribs wider. Make me feel like ...