He fell in love with her the very first day he saw her, but loving her is like trying to hold starlight in his hands. She loves him, leaves him, loves him again. And after she's gone for good, he might as well be gone, too.
All that remains of him...
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Seven years before Set Me Free starts/one month after Part II
I am stardust, fragmenting outwards across an infinite void, each part of myself further apart from the next.
Three days ago, we went to the beach and walked alongside the starlit ocean and kept each other warm in the cool fall night with kisses stolen from the darkness.
Two days ago, she cancelled on me, last minute, just like she always used to do when she had someone else, and I thought my heart was breaking for good. For the first time in three years, I lost my temper. I told her it was over.
One day ago, the police showed up at my door and told me she was dead.
And now I know what a broken heart truly feels like. It doesn't break in half—a clean break could be mended, someday, like a taped-up wound. A broken heart splinters, shatters. None of the tiny, broken pieces will ever go back where they belong. There is nothing left for them to belong to.
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Oh, Owen. :'(
If you click through to Part IV, you will at long last get to see what it was like for Owen to meet Miranda.
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