A Galaxy of Stars

An Expression of Souls

Stars were beautiful. In the very essence of the word, stars were beautiful. They were burning balls of elements all forming together to eventually explode into a supernova of brilliantly bright colours that seemed to make the dull night full of life.

It was unfortunate that they were invisible to the eye during sunlight hours. At least, Nova thought so. Stars had always fascinated her; maybe it was fate since her name was rooted in astronomy. Either way, she didn't care. Stars always seemed so far away and yet, she felt understood when she saw them. Stars were beautiful to her.

Her fascination with stars led to a passion for space. Stars, planets, moons, black holes, galaxies, all of it. She fell in love with a world entirely foreign to her own. It's why she could never concentrate in class. Except physics of course. Nova didn't feel a need to pay attention in maths or history or re. They didn't interest her. She spent her time in those lessons doodling on her hands. Usually, it was random patterns and shapes. But overtime her passion for space grew and so she learnt how to draw stars. Small galaxies of whatever colour pen she had on her person.

She became very accomplished at drawing stars. And then her passion for art grew. Nova's work was centred around space but she started to branch out to other areas of doodling. People were also a favourite of hers. She was never good at talking with others as she was always the quiet type. Instead, she observed them and doodled the people in her class as miniature versions of themselves. Her art skills grew and soon she was drawing whenever she felt bored.

Her arms were littered with doodles of whatever thought crossed her mind but her wrist always had a small doodle of a galaxy. It never seemed to wash off. Nova's love for stars had seemingly been tattooed on her for eternity. It's not like she minded; she kept drawing it in the exact same place every single time it rubbed off. To Nova, it was a comfort and an expression of her soul. The very essence of her being was made of stardust. That she was sure of.

What she wasn't aware of, was that this expression had tattooed another's skin.

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A/N
So this is a little intro into the artist soulmate. I don't know how long this is going to be or if this is even going to be a book but I'm enjoying it.