Dear Stars

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A/N: I think I'm going to alternate between characters, so this chapter will be in Monica's POV. Also, I don't actually ship Lily Collins with Dylan O'Brien. I ship her with Jamie Campbell Bower, but for now I'll have to let them be together for maybe this one time.

The song above is called "Kiss Me" by the amazing human being, Ed Sheeran.

Enjoy! -Someday

When me and Nathan got to the train station, it was an easy plan to follow. We both had fake IDs so it was easy to get tickets without people thinking that we were only sixteen and eighteen. Now all we had to do was wait for the train.

As we were waiting on a wooden bench, I pang of guilt and nervousness hit me, and my lungs constricted; if I don't back away now, I'm never going to see my family ever again. I'll never finish school and get a life. I'll never get a family or a job or the resources that I need. And my family is possibly looking for me right now. On the other hand, my Aunt Gracie lives in Vail, but what about the rest of my family? Samuel? Mom? My Step-dad, Charlie? What about them?

Suddenly, another thought came across to my mind; am I doing exactly what my father did? Running away from my mistakes? My mom missed my father enough, and I haven't seen him in quite a long time. So what'll happen if I go? Everything I know will break. But Nathan needs  the support from me. He needs  me just like how I need him.

"Hey," Nathan whispers into my ear. I turn my head to look at his face, a single scar stretching from his right cheek bone to the right corner of his mouth. I remember how he got that scar; when we were biking back to our houses after visiting the park back in 2007, he hadn't been watching his careful enough and he had lost control of the bike. I stopped and helped him, and he promised me he was alright, that he didn't need the help of his parents'. But I called them using his cell phone that I knew was in his front pocket.

That was the one time that Nathan let me help with his  problems and the one time that after the little collision course, he let me care for him myself.

"Is everything okay, Moni?" Nathan asked me, an eyebrow raised.

SHIT! I only had ten seconds to answer, and if I didn't answer quick enough, I would have to go back home and face my parents' wrath. If I go, I'll only hurt my family and I'll never see them again. But if I stay, I'll only hurt Nathan and I'll never see him again.

My family's joy, or my friend's happiness? It was a question I never wanted to think about but now I had to. "Uh," I was stuttering and I knew it. "I-" Before I could tell him about my thoughts on going away, the train appeared around the bend. Thank god, that I didn't have to express my thoughts and feelings.

We grabbed our bags that were lying on the cement floor below us, got up, and entered the train. We were the last ones to go though, so I had enough time to think about if I would do this. My best friend finally finding the right person to trust and happiness in going away, or my family that is going to be missing me if I go? It's too complicated to think about, and we were already going onto the train. Suddenly, I heard a scream. "MONICA, NO!!"

I turned around and my family were standing there, my mother's eyes filled with tears, and my step father's and brother's face struck in shock. I could feel Nathan's eyes burning holes into my back and heard him swear under his breath.

"Monica," my mother said gently, taking a step forward to my frozen, ice cold body. "What in the world are you doing?"

I looked back at Nathan and he shook his head slowly. "I..." I looked back at my family. "I have to go."

"Sweetie," my step father said. He took a step forward as well. "You don't have to go! You can stay here, with us." He gestured his arm to the rest of the family. I shook my head and the guilt and pain shot up and punctured right through my body that I was bleeding salty rivers through my eyes; tears. They finally came up. 

"I'm sorry dad," the streams of salt were already choking me. "I have to go. I need  to go, dad." I could barely breathe now and I winced when the tip of the knife of pain and guilt was softly puncturing my heart. My family looked at one another and nodded simultaneously. 

"Can we at least have a goodbye?" My mother choked on her words. The knife was already a quarter into my heart. I looked back at Nathan and he nodded.

I turned back to my family and ran to them, forcing them into a group hug and started crying. The knife had gone completely through my body now, starting at my feet and making it's way upward.

The train conductor started shouting the stereotypical "ALL ABOARD!" and I knew I had to go or else Nathan's trust would be destroyed and I'd be here alone, punching myself mentally over and over again.

Before I pulled away, my step father pulled me into a hug and whispered something into my ear: "Promise me that you'll come back home, okay kiddo?" I pressed my face to his shoulder and smiled, the tears rushing a bit slower now. "I promise." I said.

And with that, I pulled away from my crying family and climbed onto the train. Before climbing on though, for one last time, I looked up at the stars of the dark, cold, saddening night sky. The extract water in my eyes had turned my normal vision into kaleidoscopes, causing the blurring indigo sky's trillion twinkling stars to glimmer more than ever. I smiled at the sky, and descended onto the train, where me and Nathan had found a seat and I watched my family slowly disappear as I waved goodbye not only to my loved ones, but to my home as well.

Nathan wrapped an arm around over my shoulder and I leaned into his chest, letting the tears fall down.

"It's going to be okay, Monica. It'll be okay." he whispered. Minutes later, I find myself asleep and thinking about something I wouldn't normally think about if I was about to sleep; what life would have been if it wasn't just a never-ending circle.   

That was my last thought before falling asleep from the lullaby of the train's rocking.