"She handles strength and darkness equally well. That girl has always been half goddess, half hell."
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THE STARS LUSTRE brighter than ever before as she stands on the roof of her house, staring adoringly at them. She stands on her roof, loving the stars that would tragically never return her affections.
She does not favor just one constellation, she favors all of them equally. Thou if you were to ask her which she'd save, it would be c a s s i o p e i a.
That was her mother's name, Cassiopeia.
That was her mother's name before her mother turned ice cold. Before, her mother used to stand alongside her on their roof, gently brushing her hair, petrichor all around them as they stared at the elysian beings littered all along the night sky.
Before the life they led turned so unbelievably driven by fame and money.
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J a m e s.
That was her father's name, James.
She still couldn't fathom how a man with such an ordinary name married a woman with such an extraordinary existence.
What she had failed to realize, was that people with desirably ordinary lives ruined the extraordinary.
What she had failed to realize, was that the extraordinary craved a sense of normalcy.
Why? She had no idea.
All her life she had hoped for something special, she had hoped for the stars.
Even when she was a toddler, she had imagined her pudgy hands pooling in the vast existence of space, constellations glittering in her hands, slipping through her fingers.
But alas, her father had always been so quick to dismiss those ideals.
He had sat her down, "Child, the stars are too far away, it would be impossible to reach them, much less touch them." He had shaken his head at her, as if she had been merely a confused child.
She remembered looking desperately at her mother, who had always supported her.
But she had only shaken her head alongside her father. She had shaken her head. She had agreed with her dad.
And with that, the girl's heart shattered, her mind collapsing in chaos, her hopes dissipating.
Later that night, she had torn apart her bedroom, which was littered with objects covered in star-shaped patterns. She had screamed outside her window to the stars, begging them to prove her parent wrong, begging them to respond.
They never did.
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The stars had reappeared when her sister was born, they had reappeared in her sister's sparkling green eyes that resembled hers so much.
Every night, she sneaked into the baby's room, telling the newborn about the stars in the sky and the stories behind them.
Their mother stood against the door every night, hidden by the shadows, smiling at her children.
Their father, however, sat hunched over paperwork in his office, not caring about the other people in the house.
In truth, he had never wanted children, the only reason he had two was because every time Cassiopeia batted her pretty eyelashes at him, he couldn't help but cave in.
Oh how he regretted ever meeting her.
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The first time the voices had appeared had been on the girl's tenth birthday.
Her sister, now 5 years old, had hugged her. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, the voices had loudly shrieked at her.
She's worthless, stop hugging her.
The girl had pushed her sister from her grasp, startled. The five year old had fallen to the ground, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Ana, that hurt." The small blonde had whimpered, still on the ground.
Their parents had walked in, after that it was all a blur. She remembered storming up to her room, trying to ignore her parents yelling after her, eyes brimming with tears.
To this day, that had been her worst birthday.
Now, she stood on her rook, studying the stars with the cold, calculating look she had unfortunately gained over the years.
Currently, the only thought running through her head was, I cannot believe I'm twenty today.
Her sister had gone shopping with her best friend, clearly not remembering the twenty year-old's birthday.
Her parents were in Africa, spreading some useless new electronic device across the country. They hadn't called.
So it was just her, just her and the stars. Just like it always had been,, like it always would be.
