Belonging Season

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Hello! I would just like to take a moment to say that, in case anyone was wondering, why there's not a lot of the actual plot of Soy Luna in this book. There is, but most of it is happening off- screen, if i can say it like that. I'm writing this from Stella's perspective and when an event will be important for her and her character development of course i will write about it. But i don't see a point in writing the plot strictly how it happened in the show because we already saw that side:) Anyway, thank you so much for reading, if you have any thoughts on anything at any point always feel free to comment, reading your comments (roasting matteo) is my favorite thing ever<3
love you, happy reading<3

As Stella entered her room, she was taken aback to find Ambar standing at her vanity, quietly studying the frames that held pictures of them. The unexpected sight caused Stella to pause in the doorway, surprised by Ambar's unannounced presence.

Stella hesitantly crossed the distance towards Ambar, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty in her eyes as she observed her sister's intense focus on the photos. "Ambar..." she began, her voice tentative. "Is everything alright?"

Ambar's voice broke through the silence, her gaze still fixed on the photos as she asked, "How much do you remember of our childhood?"

Ambar's eyes flicked from the photos to Stella's face, her expression thoughtful. "I mean when I first came to live with you," she added, her voice a soft whisper.

Stella's lips parted to respond, intending to say she didn't remember much. However, as the words hung on her tongue, a chilling suspicion gripped her. A wave of uncertainty flooded her thoughts, causing her to wonder if her mother had already spoken to Ambar about their grand plan.

Stella's voice held a touch of hesitation as she replied, "Not much to be honest," her mind racing with implications. The weight of her mother's potential interference loomed heavy between them, adding an unspoken tension to the conversation.

Ambar's expression was solemn, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and resignation. "Stella, I know," she whispered.

There was a hint of melancholy in Ambar's voice as she went on, her eyes distant as if grappling with the complexities of her identity. "Godmother told me I'm Sol," she began, her words tinted with uncertainty. "Or should I say aunt? I don't even know how to call her anymore..."

Stella's heart ached as she took in the sight of her beloved sister grappling with her identity and the complex revelations that had unfolded. However, the knowledge that she was compelled to keep the truth hidden only added to the burden she carried. She knew, deep down, that this charade was crucial for their protection, even though it shattered her own soul in the process.

Ambar's words hung thick in the air, her voice laden with a mixture of pain and desperation. "Please, Stella," she pleaded. "Help me remember something, anything," she repeated. In contrast, Stella's response was laced with a quiet resignation. "Why would you want those memories back?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of pleading. "It took everything in me to be able to live with myself and those memories after the fire."

A flicker of determination flared in Ambar's eyes as she spoke. "I just want to remember my mother," she stated, her voice tinged with a mix of longing and frustration. Stella, bound by the weight of secrets, attempted to counter with a carefully crafted lie. "Sharon is your mother, more than mine," she reassured, her voice laced with a hint of forced finality. "You're my sister, and you don't need memories of a woman you barely knew."

The vulnerability in Ambar's words was palpable as she confessed, "I feel like I don't know who I am anymore." Her voice trembled lightly betraying the deep sense of turmoil she was experiencing.

Stella gently took her Hand, her voice brimming with reassurance. "Hey," she said, her tone warm and soothing. "You know who you are. You're Ambar Benson Smith, my sister and the most beautiful, greatest roller skater I know. That's all that matters."

Ambar's response was tinged with a hint of disappointment and frustration. "I wish that would be enough," she whispered, her voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability. She craved a deeper sense of identity, seeking to unearth the essence of who she truly was beyond the surface labels.

Stella's voice held a note of gentle persuasion as she tried to reassure Ambar. "Very few people truly know who they are," she explained. "But let me tell you, remembering a measly year of your life won't tell you much. What matters is the person you are now."

Ambar's question hung in the air, filled with a hint of melancholy. "But how did you not recognize me, after I came to live with you?," she asked quietly. "Well, came back, I guess." Her words echoed with a mix of disappointment and longing, as if she was still grappling with the implications of their forgotten past.

Stella's voice was laced with a touch of sadness as she responded. "I was barely over a year old, and well, Sol was even younger," she reiterated. "I mean you," she added, her words carrying a hint of melancholy.

Ambar's response was simple but filled with a mix of understanding and resignation. "I see," she murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor.

Stella quickly shifted gears, determined to lift the heavy atmosphere that had settled between them. "Alright, enough with the depressing thoughts," she declared before turning to the piano and launching into Ambar's well-known song, "Como Me Ves." With a playful smile, she looked at Ambar and suggested, "Why don't you sing along?"

Ambar's expression softened as the familiar melody of her song filled the room. Without hesitation, she joined in with her beautiful, powerful voice, the words flowing effortlessly as she sang along to the piano accompaniment.

As the night wore on, they continued their impromptu concert, singing familiar songs and enjoying the music that filled the room. Laughter punctuated the air, creating a light, carefree atmosphere that temporarily lifted their spirits. The music and memories they shared became a brief, beautiful distraction from the shadows of the past.