The Center Of Every Star

Chapter 30: Glaring At The Clock

2 months.

1 week.

17 days.

5 hours.

2 minutes.

23 seconds.

That’s exactly how long it had been since I was contacted by Eccleston.

I was turning into a real life representation of what happens to mental patients, slowly going crazy until you’re too far gone to be saved.

The anticipation and waiting was wearing away at my heart, as if every beat caused it to grow weaker, and weaker, until the beats finally stopped.

I was utterly confused and the tiny flower of hope left within me was slowly beginning to whither. I was still in a state of disbelief.

“They’ll get back to me…” I would think.

“Eccleston will come get me, I know it.” I would reassure myself.

“There’s still hope.” I lied to myself. Day after day. Lie after lie. What was I doing with my life? Sitting. Wondering. Hoping.

A soft knock at the door startled me, shaking me out of my lonely thoughts.

“Noah, you have to eat some food.” Andromeda whispered, sadness and fear swimming in her eyes. “You haven’t eaten in days.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I know. Just leave it by the door.” I answered, waving her away. She gave me one last withering look before she closed the door behind her.

2 months.

1 week.

17 days.

6 hours.

12 minutes.

54 seconds.

I glared at the antique clock, as if it were its fault that I still hadn’t heard from Eccleston. I turned my attention back to the phone, begging it to ring.

Ring. Just ring.

The sharp tone of a cell phone rang throughout the house. I jumped upwards, whipping my head back and forth.

“Where is it… Where Is it…?” I snatched the phone sitting on my bed to see that the screen was still black.

“Hello?” I heard the distant voice of Andromeda.

 Another drop of water dripped onto my flame of hope as I slopped down onto the bed.

Why do I even hope anymore?

I turned over onto my chest and stuffed my face into my pillow and let out a large comforting scream. A slow tear rolled down my face.

“Noah…” Another soft knock on the door. I’ve heard that knock over and over again this past few months.

“I don’t want food Andy!” I answered, angered by the lack of information.

“Fine! Starve to death then, you sardine!” She shrieked walking away.

What is up with her family and sardines…?

*Andromeda’s POV*

Noah needed to pull himself together. He said it himself that it wasn’t so bad on Emera. It was literally just a better, unpolluted version of Earth. Plus he had me. He had a family here but he doesn’t see that. I think he has a small part of him that wants his parents to be alive.

Honestly, It’s been 500 years. You have to move on at some point in life. But then again, to him it probably seems like a year or two when he last saw them.

I knew he was upset but he needed to eat. He was going a bit too far with acting like some sort of mental patient.

Why did Eccleston have to come around messing everything up in his life? It’s all because of him.

I plopped down on to my bed and drifted off to sleep thinking over and over again that Noah would want to stay here if it weren’t for Eccleston and his god damned space ship.

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Dream State

“Andromeda, honey, are you awake? I made you some breakfast.” Noah’s harmonic voice said.

“Noah?” I whispered. He walked in, a tray of marvelous foods in his hands.

“Happy anniversary, gorgeous.” He said, a large smile spread across his face.

“I made the toast mommy!” A high-pitched voice called out. A small 6 year old girl ran into the room, a proud look on her face. She had blonde hair, and icy grey eyes.

“Nuh-uh! I made the toast mommy! I did!” Another small child ran in, this time a small boy. He looked to be about 4 years old, his small tubby hands waving in the air.

I had kids…? I was married…? Where am I?

“Both of you made the toast you little rascals.” Noah answered, chuckling.

“Daddy!” The little girl whined. “ I made the toast! All Ryan did was push the toast button!”

“Nuh-uh!” The boy refuted.

“Yea-huh!” The girl stuck her tongue out.

“Daddy! Andi’s lying again!” Ryan pulled at Noah’s shirt.

“Guys guys come on, no fighting!” Noah scolded.

“Sorry Daddy.” They mumbled in unison.

“Aw get in here you two.” I chittered. They both giggled and attempted to get onto the mattress.

They sat next to me as I began to eat my breakfast. Suddenly Aster’s face appeared in front  of me.

“Andromeda, wake up.”

“What…?” I mumbled. I had just bit into my bacon.

“Andromeda, wake up.” I heard once more.

I jolted awake from my wonderful dream to see Aster standing over my bed.

“I couldn’t give less of a rat’s ass but Noah’s gone. I thought you should know.” He answered and walked out.

Why couldn’t this boy just stay still?

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