Romans & histoires A Fault In Our Stars

No one can rewrite the stars How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart And I'm not the one you were meant to find It's not up to you, it's not up to me, yeah When everyone tells us what we can be And how can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight We sing the last verse together to each other. Our eyes battling and fighting. Our souls uniting. There's no return as I let go there and now. All I want is to fly with you All I want is to fall with you

Helena asked, curious to know what he would say. Bruno approached Helena slowly, their faces now just inches apart, and said with a smile, "The faith of the day is to kiss you." Without waiting any longer, he kissed her passionately, and at the exact moment their lips touched, more shooting stars streaked across the sky as if witnessing this special moment. Helena's heart raced as their hands intertwined, making the moment even more magical. They remained lying side by side, gazing up at the stars as they slowly filled the sky, exchanging smiles and caresses. The shooting stars continued to fall throughout the night, bearing witness to the love blossoming between them, a love that seemed to

“It’s all right, darling.” Gabriel kissed her temple and she felt his hands in her long, loose hair. “It’s not all right,” she choked out, gulping back tears, then looked up at him. “How can I be with you and not remember you?” “You need to calm down,” he said slowly. “This can’t be good for the baby… I shouldn’t have pushed you to dine out.” “You haven’t pushed me, Gabriel. You’ve been gentle and wonderful,” she replied and wiped the tears away angrily. “It’s my fault. All mine. Dr. Levi said there’s no physical reason that I shouldn’t remember. So, what is it? What’s wrong with me?”

“You want to destroy him for what he did right? And I need to fix my GPA. So, we give the campus something real to talk about. We pretend we are together. I get a tutor, and you get the ultimate weapon to drive your cheating ex completely out of his mind.” Did he actually just say that? The thought swirled in my brain, mixed with a massive wave of pure disgust. I looked at his handsome, cocky face and wanted to wipe that smirk right off it. He really thought he was God’s gift to women. He honestly believed that every girl on this campus was just waiting for a chance to cling to his arm, climb into his bed, and chase him around the rink like the other mindless puck bunnies. He thought I was o

Friends, not knowing we had broken apart, filled my inbox with complaints. One of them told me Zachary and Tracy had rented out the entire amusement park for a date. He had spent 50 million dollars on fireworks by the river, lighting up the night for Tracy. They even stayed on a mountaintop until sunrise, sharing pictures on Instagram to parade their romance. I stared in silence at the photos our friends sent me. Could Zachary have forgotten that I had once done every one of those things in those photos with him? If he wanted to disgust me so much, how could he not feel the same?

This time, I'd let emotion and stupidity steer the ship. I glanced over at Faith lying so still in the hospital bed. Her face was pale, her breathing steady but shallow. The doctor had said she'd passed out from stress. Stress that I had caused. She didn't deserve this—any of it. And Eliza? I didn't care that she bled. Hell, I knew she was faking it, putting on her little theatrics. But Faith? She was really hurt, and I didn't know how to fix it.

'That's the thing about pain,it demands to be felt' it was a quote from John Green's The fault in our stars,which sat on my nightstand stand as i could barely read through the last few fury pages that reminded me of my mother. It happened so fast,and my denial had clung so hard to my what ifs that I needed a reason. There has to be a choice,choices are what determines us. And when you lay in you rottenness your thoughts are cloud with blames. The loss of my father and brother,when I was Ten,only has one person to blame-- me. For the longest time,I had carried that weight of being the distraction that led to my father car crash,until the police had told us the truck driver was intoxicated,hen

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"