Shooting Stars

Chapter 63: Written in the Stars

Hello lovelies,

This is the last chapter of this book. There WILL be an Epilogue, so make sure you stay tuned for that. It will be published on Tuesday.

Thank-you all so much for sticking with me throughout this novel. It's been a long ride, and I can't thank you enough for staying with me. <3

The first part of "This Love is Ours", which is the "part 2" of this story (different storyline, but same characters) will be released just after the Epilogue of this story is released.

Thanks again, & I love you all so much.

-Becca xoxo

{Patrick}

My shaky hands reach up to the tie on my suit, to adjust it.

My suit is almost all black.

It's used for only living nightmares.

The time when all hell's on Earth.

My bloodshot, swollen eyes glance up at the mirror in front of me, and I hardly recognize myself.

Never have I ever looked like this.

In this moment, my emotions take over me, and I lose control.

I crumble to my knees in the bathroom, of my own room.

I burry my head in my hands.

Sobs.

Sobs.

Heavy tears.

Oceans of tears.

My mouth opens, and my face wrinkles up.

I make odd breathing noises, struggling to find my breath amidst the tears.

She's gone.

She's really, really gone.

Ally Summers died on Saturday December 20, at 11:39 PM, in hospital.

I cannot describe the events that happened.

I just can't.

I refuse to believe that this has happened to me.

My life has come to a halt.

I have barely left the apartment.

I've barely talked to anyone in weeks.

I haven't attended a single game or practice.

I'm hollow. What happened that night, has changed me.

My life has crumbled beneath me.

The world has devastated me, leaving me empty. 

It was a car crash.

Good God, that car crash.

It wasn't Jonathan's fault.

A semi-truck lost control; a result of the ice that lined the pavement that cool winter evening.

That goddamn winter evening.

It slammed into our car, bang on.

Our car went flying.

Flying.

When we finally landed, we rolled, and ended up on the side of the highway.

It's a miracle that any of us survived.

Jonathan, Ally, and I were all sprawled out on the pavement, feeling paralyzed.

But it wasn't long before Jonathan forced himself to move from his spot on the pavement, and find Ally.