Dear Stars

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A/N: Okay, it's pretty obvious that this is going to be in Nathan's POV and it's gonna alternate from there, but I'm still gonna remind you guys by using this beautiful little gadget called an Author Note. So yeah, I hope you enjoy. -Someday

Rimini Gelato & Café felt like a nice little safe haven; the air was coated in a thick, sweet smell and felt warm and nice; the curved table of the cashier was right beside the glass cases of creamy goodness, and the workshop for the delicacies was visibly small, but still amazing.

Okay, I absolutely need to get to the front of the line straight and fast because if I don't, I might as well die from the starvation increasing quickly and quietly in my soul, through my veins.

"Nathan, could you please calm down a bit?" Monica asked, and I turned to face her. She had a look of annoyance spread clearly across her face while my hands... they were gripping and squeezing Monica's hand tightly that it turned a bright, rash red.

I let go of her hand and quickly apologized. Monica just grunted again just like at the train station... or what was of a train station. "I understand that you're hungry, and so am I. But just maybe try to control your hunger a bit..?"

"And how must I control my hunger induced anger issues, Miss Monica Morelin?" I snickered. Monica flashed me a small smile and opened her mouth to say something. But before anything could come out...

"She'll have to knock some sense into you just like I'll have to knock some sense into her."

We both turned our heads to where the voice was coming from and there, to our right, was a tall, blonde lady. The lady looked to be around her mid-thirties, her dimples sunken deep into her skin as she smiled slyly. The lady's pale blue eyes shone mischievousness, but also disappointment, kindness, and curiosity. I knew who this was, but it still struck me as odd to how much time has past. Has it really been only ten years since we last saw- "Aunt Gracie." Monica greeted curtly. Aunt Gracie's smile grew wider at her niece's presence, but her eyes were shining with a new feeling; confusion.

"Moni," Aunt Gracie greeted back. "What're you two doing in Vail?" I flinched when she said you two, because I'm observant. Note the sarcasm. But seriously, I was pretty dumbstruck until she asked what we were doing in Vail.

Monica and I looked at each other, and I opened my mouth to say something... but I was interrupted by nobody other than Miss Monica Morelin herself. "We needed to escape from Glenwood Springs. It was just too much pressure to be there." Moni explained. Gracie bit her lip and chewed on it a bit. Gracie's eyes altered from Monica to me over and over again, like she was figuring out how to fix a couple of broken kids that ran away from their home just to get them out of the way. But we both knew that Gracie wasn't like that, unless she changed somehow.

After a moment, I decided to break the creeping silence. "Can you help us? Please?"

Gracie just continued to glance at the both of us before she let go of her bottom lip and sighed. "Follow me."