If the Stars Would Meet for Us

Chapter One

Authors Note~

Shadow and Bone do not belong to me, all charters belong to Leigh Bardugo. This is my rewrite. Pls read all the way to Rule of Wolves or literally nothing will make sense.  <3

"Alina," he breathed.

Kneeling beside him. I could hear the clamor of nichevo'ya around us. "Alina," the darkling repeated ,his fingers seeking mine. I was surprised to find fresh tears filling my eyes.

He reached up and brushed knuckles over the wetness on my cheek. The smallest smile touched his bloodstained lips. "Someone to mourn me.' he dropped his hand, as if the weight was too much . ' no grave,' he gasped, his hand tightening on mine ' for them to desecrate'

All right' i said. The tears came harder. there will be nothing left

He shuddered. His eyelids dropped.

"once more,' he said' speak my name once more.'

He was ancient. I knew this. But in the moment he was just a boy-brilliant,blessed with too much power,burdened by eternity.

"Alexander."

His eyes fluttered shut. 'don't let me be alone,' he murmured. And then he was gone.

"Don't let me be alone," he murmured.

His head dripping heavy into the weight of my lap. 

For the first time Alina felt like she saw him. Not the darkling, or the black heretic. Not the roles he had forced him self to play, not the narrative that had for-written him as the villain. But the young-brilliant, blessed young soul who only wanted to make friends, who had been told he would outlive life its self. She saw the scared, boy, who was as afraid of the dark as she was.

Her hands made soothing circles over his back and she pulled him closer letting her head fall down to his. She felt the beating of his heart slow, the warmth fading. Leaning close, whispering tentatively into his ear.

"Your not the villain in my narrative, Alexander," her breath shuddered, the tears forcing her voice to break "Your not alone, I will mourn you even when the world rejoices in your absence. I will feel the space you filled in my soul. Your not the villain, Alexander. "

She never felt his chest rise again.

~Skip to the time to when the darkling is being escorted to Alina. And their in Alina's actually home, k? k~

She gotten quite good at distracting herself. One of Nikolai's men had shown up earlier today informing her that the darkling, who she had presumed dead, wanted to meet with her.

She had felt her heart stop right then and there. Alina had stumbled back from the door catching her self on the counter behind her. She had almost laughed. But the guards face showed no sign of humor.

Mal had recommended going somewhere other than her home, but she could't, no, would't let her home be unopened to anyone. Including Alexander, she glanced out her kitchen window facing the gardens. Where she had given Alexander his grave. 

It bore no name. It had not body beneath it. But it was a grave to her, she had fought Mal into letting her make it. He told her he was only letting her have it because he knew she had to mourn because she was the kindest soul he every encountered. 

She would talk to him, the grave, his grave. When she was anxious or upset or even happy. She shared her days with him, her life. 

She was doing just that when they arrived, Alina had not been paying attention when Mal walked up behind her. Tapping her on the shoulder, "Their here," he spoke softly "so is he," nodding his head towards the grave. She stood, squaring her shoulders solidly.