Yesterday I Was A Star ✓

a supernovae

T W O
a supernovae: a star that suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass.

dedicated to colorlessforests

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HE WASN'T SUPPOSED to be here. But neither was I.

At first, the boy didn't seem to notice me. He was too fascinated by the dust blanketing each surface in the desolate room to note my existence. Dust motes swam around his head, glinting in the light streaming in through the curtains. It was eerie; his sheer beauty, against such a shadowed backdrop. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

His hand skimmed the top of a shelf, his fingers long like a painter's. He reached into his pocket to pull out something, and that's when I decided to speak.

"You lost?" I stated. The boy's head shot round to stare at me — hands folded over my chest, hair falling into my eyes. Swiftly, he placed whatever he had taken out of his pocket back into the premise. "The alcohol's downstairs, and I'm pretty sure Kaya would've found the stash by now if there was one."

His eyes fell to mine, a searing hazel burning my vision. He was near perfect, with a chiselled jaw that appeared to be cut from stone, and defined cheekbones that carved down his tanned face. If it weren't for the cigarette hanging limply from his fingers, he would've been perfect. Something flashed at the back of my mind - a memory; a fleeting glimpse of a distorted memory - and I couldn't fight the urge that I recognised the man stood before me. The shadows masked the man's presence. They made it impossible to separate truth from reality.

"No," he replied simply, chucking the cigarette onto the floor and elegantly stomping out the ember without breaking eye contact. I wanted to look away, but every cell in my body had frozen, encapsulated by his quirked smile and eyes with suspended brown flecks. "Just looking."

"Like that's normal," I scowled, another snore erupting from Kaya's mouth as she slept like a statue. Finally, the noise caught the boy's attention, tearing his gaze from mine. I exhaled.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Is she-"

"Passed out drunk? Yes," I sighed, walking over and pulling the bed sheets over Kaya's figure. "She'll be fine, though." I smiled at the boy, who stood staring at me in the doorway. I waited for him to retreat, but much to my (fake) dismay, he only stepped closer.

"Do I know you?"

I shrugged, the strap of my crop top falling down and revealing my bra strap. I hurried to pull it back up, immediately feeling exposed and self conscious. "I don't think so."

The boy shook his head. "No, I'm sure I do. I wouldn't forget your face."

My cheeks flustered, burning. If someone was to touch my skin in that moment, their fingertips would come away scorched. I didn't know whether to take the comment as a compliment, so I nodded and said, "I'm Nova."

"Cole. Cole Colloway."

And then it hit me like a truck, racing into my skull until I felt numb. My limbs went into lockdown, breath hitching, eyes staring, and teeth clicking. I knew I'd recognised him.

"No fucking way," I gasped, and opened my mouth without the ability to close it again. "You're Ana's ex."

Cole sat on the bed, two meters away from me as I stood, shaking. He waved his hand slowly, smiling broadly without his teeth. The hairs on my arms rose uncontrollably. My spine tingled in anticipation.