Broken Hearts & Lonely Stars(girlxgirl)

Alternative Ending: Loved and Wanted but Never Heartless Again

Okay, guys. 

Since you all wanted an alternative ending and not Rhea dying, here it is BUT let me clarify this:

**IN THE ORIGINAL ENDING, RHEA DID DIE ALONG WITH HER BROTHER WHO DIED IN THE WAR. I DON'T WANT TO CONFUSE YOU GUYS WHEN IT COMES TO THIS ENDING. JUST KEEP THIS IN MIND: RHEA DIED FROM CANCER IN THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE.

As for this alternative ending, it's a big 'THANK YOU' for all of you who cried along with me through these chapters, name-called Bridget and her sluttiness, supported and loved this book to its final page. I'm really grateful to have you all as my precious fans and silent readers ;) Thanks a zillion times, my lovely padawans. I really do appreciate all of your love and support even if you guys hurry me to update my other stories *cough Stubborn Hearts cough* lol

Well, here it is. The final chapter of Broken Hearts & Lonely Stars. IT'S IN RHEA'S POV, just so ya know. Get your stuffed animal in your arms 'cause you guys would be hugging it a lot since this chapter won't be depressing like the others.

Much love would be in these last pages of this book. Just remember, Rhea survived cancer in this ending. You guys didn't want her to die so I give you a gift from my precious imagination and put all my heart and soul into this like I do with my other books.

xoxo <3

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Broken Hearts & Lonely Stars:

Alternative Ending: Loved and Wanted but Never Heartless Again

I was nervous.

I was sick-to-the-stomach nervous.

Why?

Because it's been two years since I stepped foot in this place. And just standing here made my stomach churn. After being holed up in a hospital room with tubes in my arms, chemotherapy draining the life out of me, and making a final decision to have surgery, I never thought being nervous to see your best friend would beat the rest of the things I overcame. But here I was, shitting bricks for meeting someone who called me a 'fag', punched me in the face, and replaced me with a new best friend. Though, most people wouldn't be in the same place I was in when it came to best friends turning their backs on you. They would rather be strangers to the one person who helped you solve your problems, wiped your tears away, hugged the pain away, and laughed in every cherish moments.

But that was life, wasn't it?

You lose those who you actually thought would always be there for you. You actually become a lone fighter against the world, against judgement, against everything. Yet you still fight on, still get slaughtered by society and even though you wished you had those who left you by your side, you keep going.

I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Two years. Two freaking years that I was labeled as a 'Cancer Survivor'. Two years that it's been for Johnny and I to talk it out. Talk about the shitty past that ruined our friendship. If neither of us were hard-headed, this conversation would turn to an argument in two second tops.

I mustered all of my courage and cursed myself to stop being a pussy and knocked on the familiar white door. I looked over my shoulder to see Blade sitting on the Mustang my dad bought for me as a 'You survived cancer!' gift. He was relaxed as he took a slow drag from his cigarette. With his well built body, my brother was handsome like always. Just one glance from him and he would have girls melting at his feet. Though, Blade wasn't into the dating world. As much as I watched him get girls so easily back in the day, after coming back from Afghanistan, he seemed...different. Those sea green eyes had seen a lot. Things that a human being shouldn't see.