When Stars Align

-Chapter 3: A Failure-

Some one told me love was fragile.

I asked them why.

They told me that if love was such an unbreakable feeling, than why did his heart shatter when he lost it.

I couldn't argue with that.

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"Why haven't you gone to anyone about your eyes or even your legs? You could get them fixed and possibly walk or see! Didn't you say that you wanted that?" He asked. I gripped one hand into a fist, frustrated and exhausted. I was about ready to explode, and explode I did.

"I have gone to people! Everyone that I talk to says that it's impossible to do with the kind of money that I have! Plus, I don't know if I'm ready yet! I would give anything to be free of this cage they call a body, but I can't yet! I have always lived in the shadows, never able to feel the light. That kind of change is so drastic... it would be like jumping from a pot of boiling water into a pool of ice cold slush. Don't you understand that!" I gripped my glass until I heard a small crack just before the glass shattered in my hands. I hadn't realized I was breaking the cup until it was already broken. A waiter came over and quickly cleaned up the shards, apologizing and mumbling about how inconsiderate I was that he was on his break. I chose to ignore that little fact. The man across from me seemed to squirm a little, knowing that he had touched a sensitive topic that I was unwilling to budge on. I held one hand to my forehead again, trying to calm down. He was practically shaking, since the table was vibrating. He ten took a deep breath, seeming to calm down.

"I'm sorry about what I said. It's just hard to see someone so interesting and free-spirited as you bound by disabilities that could have a cure." He said. I turned so he wouldn't see me blush. I pushed a stray hair out of my face, the small sensation of touch bothering me enough to take my mind off of the conversation for one second.

"I understand what you mean. I just don't have much hope. That kind of stuff diminishes the more you wait around for it." As I spoke, my mind wandered back to my brother's old story of the stars and how they could heal and guide those who sought them out. It seemed so long ago, and yet, I could hear his voice echoed in my mind as if it had only happened yesterday. For some reason, this man's words reminded me of that story, though I had no way of telling exactly why yet.

"I guess that makes sense. We should probably head out soon. We've been here for a while."

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I returned home to find that it had been three hours since I had left for the library. It felt so much shorter, but how would I know? I wheeled myself up into my home, making sure the door was closed and locked by reaching back and feeling the knob with my hand. My older sister came downstairs and began to scold me for being late. I just nodded and pushed her off. I was old enough to drink if I wanted to, and my sister still treats me like a five-year-old. When she asked me about where I was, I told her about the library, but nothing more. She got touchy about even the tiniest mention of friendship or love after her heart was broken by her fiancé. Now, she was taking my love life into her own hands. I had to get out of here before she starts the love lecture that I had heard so many times before.

"Could you excuse me, sis? I kind of just want to lay down." I said, hoping to get past the over-protective woman. She muttered something about laziness but let me pass regardless. I pushed myself up the short ramp into my room, closing the door so I wouldn't be bothered. Then, I pulled myself onto the bed with a spear of pain in my upper back area. I ignored it and just laid down, my eyes facing the ceiling. I just laid there and thought about what had happened in the last three hours. I thought of the coffee, the café, and him. I thought of him a lot. It took me a while before I realized my horrible mistake.

I never asked him for his name.

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Goddamnit wheel chair lady you failed so hard
Though I guess you don't have a name either so it works out