{ p a r t : o n e } counting stars

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❝one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars❞

everett. isra. two souls fated for love, hate, and everything in between, yet still separated by walls of silence. isra finds her first love, everett, in the hospital, and in what seems like a coma. but he is alert, aware of everything that goes on around him. he's even aware of her.

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Not for the feeble minded or superficial thinkers. Best read at dusk or at dawn accompanied by a blanket, pouring rain, and a mug of hot tea or coffee. For those looking for a mind-prodding read, read at the brink of awareness and unconsciousness (read: while falling asleep), preferably with twinkling stars overhead and surrounded by tangled white sheets.

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