WRITTEN IN THE STARS

"But in a solitary life,
there are rare moments when another soul
dips near your,
as stars once a year brush the earth.
Such constellations was he to me."

-Madeline Miller; Circe

BLURB & EXCERPT

THERE IS NO RIGHT OR WRONG TIME AND PLACE FOR LOVE.
It is nothing but an accidental event. It can happen as quick as a heart beat, the intake of a single breath, and the blink of an eye. It is a single flashing moment that leaves your heart and head throbbing uncontrollably. Love is a condition where their happiness turns into your own happiness. Where you don't see with the eyes or mind but the heart. Love is the scent in the wind that draws you in leading you down a path you would have never thought to take before.

The warmth it gives you makes you feel like the sun is shining down solely on you, wrapping your being up with the warm rays. It makes those candies and cakes you eat taste a little bit sweeter with each bite you take. It makes those long walks and runs that ruin your feet forever scaring them worthwhile. It gives you the strength that pure muscle never could.

Yet at the same time it can make the rain and thunder feel and sound even more deafening than it already is. It can make the food you eat taste bittersweet and sour. It can make you crumble down to your knees in the mud and dirt leaving you tainted with filth. It can weaken your soul and spirit leaving you as nothing but a hollow and empty shell of the person you once were.

Love is allowing someone to open the cavity of your chest and show the organ to them in hopes they won't reach in and crush it. Love is allowing another to see all parts of you, even the ones you keep hidden from yourself. Love is the act of giving your being to another. Love is wanting someone not because of their perfections but their imperfections.

And while others may run from such ideas in fear of it ruining them, it is better to love than not at all. Because even though it is a frightening thought it is a feeling everyone deserves to feel.

And love does not wait for anyone. It happens before you even register the backlash of it. It hits you with the force of a thousand men.

But the initial pain and confusion is worth it as love is the hand that reaches out to you in the dark and pulls you into the light. And while that light might be overwhelming at first, the beauty of the thousands of colorful lights is more than enough to make up for it.

Love is a beauty not on outward appearance but the experiences it gives you.

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JEREMY AGRICHE DID NOT BELIEVE IN FOOLISH THINGS LIKE LOVE.
Growing up in a house that was cold and painted with the blood of their own and countless others he had no such time as to dwell on the idea of what love is and what it meant to him. What mattered most was figuring out a way to survive when everyone had a knife pointed at each other's throats.

Though he did learn to care for his elder sister, one couldn't say he loved her. In the Agriche estate love was a word that did not exist in their vocabulary. And so any such ideas and thoughts of it were thrown away to rot with the pile of corpses that they each laid upon.

For such cruel and unhinged people love was a feeling none of them were given the privilege of having. Their minds and morals had long run away from them. And so love was nothing more than a chemical defect in the brain for them to exploit for their own gain. They knew not of true freedom and true love. They only knew blood, death, and pain.

They were people who were drowning in the cold pitch black oblivion. And they had long given up on any hope of someone reaching out to them.

Though Jeremy Agriche kept tight hold of that spider's thread thin string of hope. He knew it was stupid but something deep inside of him that he couldn't quite explain kept whispering in his ear to hold onto it for a little longer.

So he did.

And one fateful night someone reached out to him offering him a hand out of the darkness. The spider's thread thin string of hope was cut and instead a rope was sent down to him.  

Without hesitation he climbed up and took the warm hand offered to him.

And from then on his once dull black and white world bursted with thousands of colors and lights he had never known existed.

For the first time in his life he experienced what true love and true freedom really felt like.

And he got addicted to it.

CHARACTERS

Diana as
WEYLYN JANE VESPERTINE
"Lynn"

JEREMY AGRICHE
"Remy"

DISCLAIMER
A little disclaimer before you proceed.
This story includes things such as gore, blood, death, and mature themes.

If you feel uncomfortable with such things then I kindly ask you to click off as this story may
not be for you.

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WRITTEN IN THE STARS
I hope you enjoy my story.