Tokka-Shima

Her name was Celeste, and she was beautiful. Granted, most people said that when talking about their lover, but Beau meant it. She was flawless. Her eyes were a light blue. It reminded Beau of the sky she was named after.  Celeste; of the sky. Heavenly. Looking back on it, the name almost infuriated him. A self-fulfilled prophecy. Now, Beau Shepherd was not a religious man, but if anybody should go to heaven, it was his Celeste. Her hair was a dark brown, almost black. He'd mistaken the curly mound of long hair to be black many times after she'd shower. Her skin was pale, lightly freckled if you looked closely. It'd often look more tan in th