❝ I'm homesick for a place that I can never return to. ❞
Sterafeya's major life changing decisions had always been made for her. She's just an omniscient passenger in her own life whilst the Continuity Stone she carries lodged in her chest determin...
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Stella could never forget what her mothers looked like. Even when their voices sounded a little too much like her own. Tykeels sweet and loving tone was replaced by Stella's own voice and Eridani's deep and stubborn tone sounding too like Stella if she ever spoke warningly.
But never their appearance. She remembered them wearing their Nova Corps uniform they always wore. She remembered her mother's details, the contours of her skin, blue and purplish. Tykeel had been one of the few, if not last, of Luphomoid race out there. Stella heard stories about how a warlord Titan invaded their planet and many others in search of something. Thankfully, Tykeel was nowhere near the planet when her race was whipped out from existence. The Titan only left an empty planet floating in Andromeda, soulless and ripped of everything that made it a home.
Even in those passing moments where she would forget everything, her mind focus on the current moment, like when doing homework or cleaning her room, she would catch a glimpse of her reflection on her computer or her mirror and see her mothers in herself. She could pick out which part she got from which mother. Tykeel's dark hair, full lips and the same smile. It left her feeling hallow now. Seeing them without them actually being there was never good enough. So it was rare that she looked at herself. In the morning she'd steal a peek in the mirror and that was enough.
She didn't hate how she looked, she just didn't want to be reminded of those she'd lost.
Stella looked into the case, studying a framed picture, her eyes ignoring its mirror back. The photograph featured the track team. Twenty-plus sweaty and breathless students all in captured in one frame.
Fourteen-year-old Stella was in the the corner, her right arm cropped off from the shot. While she wasn't standing apart from the track and field team, they all had their arms interlocked or across each others shoulders. Stella had hers limp at her side. Everyone's was huddled together, barely an inch between their bodies and she was hanging around by the side. If she had moved a little more to the right, only half of her body would be out of the shot.
The distinct school bell resonated throughout the old speakers, signaling for fifth period. Stella didn't make a move to go to class even as herds of kids walked, ran and screeched for some reason, in the hallway. She had chemistry, and while she wasn't bad at the subject, she didn't peculiarly care about getting to class on time. She never did.
All thing considered in het life, school seemed like such a dull activity. The things taught were atomically different from what she would've learned in Xandar. Learning Earthian things didn't seem as exciting as learning Xandarian history and her planets science. It was much more complex, and richer, and way more extraordinarily advanced.
