Romans & histoires Our Stars Aligned

"Unlike Los Angeles, there is no pollution here, no smog or no backlights of the city buildings either." I nodded. "Yeah, I have never seen these many stars in New York either." "Do you recognize constellations?" Cameron asked, and when I shook my head, he beckoned for me to shift sidewards, and when we were out of the vicinity of the tree's shade, Cameron reached a hand out, patted and flattened the sand, and laid down on it. Patting the place next to him, he gestured for me to do the same. I laughed at him, and then did the same. He slid his left arm under my head for support.

Origin stood in the center of everything. Looking very unhappy. Nova pushed through the crowd. "What happened?" Origin pointed upward. Nova followed her gaze. And froze. The stars were moving. Not orbiting. Not drifting. Moving. Entire constellations shifted across the heavens. Galaxies changed position. Clusters of newborn stars gathered together. Forming patterns. Symbols. Messages. The universe was writing something. The realization sent chills through everyone. The First Memory stared upward. Her silver eyes glowing brightly. "It's communicating." Silence.

We belonged so wholly to one another that there could be no question, fate always meant for us to cross paths. The stars aligned at the birth of the world leading up to every moment until the fateful night we fell first into one another's arms. She was burning up from within more power than even the first stars that made the universe. Rhea was the brightest star, and I loved her with the force of any supernova.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

His gaze stayed on the sky, following the stars as they slowly formed across the darkness. “What’s that?” She followed his eyes. “Fix your gaze up, the stars are aligning in the sky.” Marina watched the stars gathering across the dark sky, each one stirring memories from her childhood—those nights spent with her sister, Ophelia, lying together, studying the stars and naming them because Ophelia was convinced each one was special to her in a way only she understood. Her eyes stung, but she quickly blinked the tears away. She was too happy, too happy, she wanted to cry her eyes out. He took her here to watch the stars align with her because she talked about watching them with her sibling. Coul

The same stars above us. "Fifty years," Declan says, shaking his head. "Who would have thought?" "I wouldn't have," Harvey admits. "I didn't think I'd see thirty." "None of us did," I say. "But here we are." Declan reaches for my hand. Harvey reaches for the other. We sit there, the three of us, under the stars. "The same stars," I say. "Sirius, still there." "Always north," Declan says. "Always home," Harvey adds.

She looked again. "They're stars." "They're definitely moving." At first, the changes were almost impossible to notice. Tiny shifts. Tiny glimmers. But as we watched... the stars slowly rearranged themselves. Not drifting. Aligning. One by one. Hope sat up straighter. "Everyone!" Her voice carried across the quiet beach. Within moments, the rest of the crew had gathered. Even several villagers stepped outside their homes to look skyward. The stars continued moving. Golden lines of light appeared between them.

Now I feel warm. "Hmm, nice weather right!" he inhaled deeply and I can feel his heart beating faster than ever through my back. I just hummed in reply feeling the cold breeze hitting my face. "You know, you're my precious star that I wanted to cherish every second and every minute in my life. I'm your moon, you're my star. I read somewhere that moon is the husband of stars. You're my one and only star." he said turning me around and bringing my face to collide with his firm chest and I wrapped my arms around him taking in his warmth. But soon I pulled away my upper body with my arms still around him to see his face which was shining under the moon light.

Jack said to Claire. She nodded following his finger with her eyes. "You see the last star in the square part or bowel?" He asked her. She nodded again. "Following it diagonally to a small set of square stars with a tail and the last star in the tail is the north star." Jack said proudly. "Now I'll never lose it." She said quietly. Morgan chuckled lightly. Jason and Jack began to talk about another constellation as Claire leaned over to her. "Did you have a good day?" Morgan asked her reaching out and touching her hair.

I was so deep in thought I didn't smell the newcomers scent until it was too late. We were descended upon like waves crashing upon the shore and we were outnumbered. Had I walked into a trap so easily? Sean, Rich, Noah and I formed a circle tail to tail, we had a chance as long as we held this formation. I watched the twelve wolves circle around us waiting for a break in our form to strike. So this was the other half that had attacked us. They didn't smell like Mitchs' crew, they smelled like rogues but not diseased. 'What are they waiting for?'