Dreams swim like clouds drifting by. They are all I own these days, a private show intended solely for my own entertainment.
Nobody loves me. Nobody cares. I am denounced, estranged, a humiliation of an affiliation.
I can't even see the stars where I live now.
The planetarium, my holy respite, was converted into a study center. It was the damn budget cuts that were to blame for it. That and the mean-faced education minister.
Juliet is still as beautiful as the day I met her in my head.
She belongs to me. And I can get her to repeat any memory over and over again.
"C'est l'exception qui confirme la règle."
What does that mean? I ask, as naively as the first time.
"It's exception that proves the rule."
God. I hadn't the heart to tell her she was mine.
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The Planetarium
Short Story[COMPLETED] ❝Any obsession is dangerous.❞ Stalker: A person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention. Well, that's exactly what's happening to Juliet Emmerson. He steals her possessions, leaves crude love notes, and t...
