Epilogue:
The sweetest thing about stars is that they are the closest thing I've seen to magic. I laugh at the thought, magic. I love anything close to fantasy way too much. Because the truth is that reality sucks. Well at least for people like me. But when I am out hear laying on the grass, face wet, hiccuping, feeling like im being pinned by everything horrible thing in the world, screaming from the inside... from my heart, it's nice to just stop for second and think something like that. To think about stars. And magic.
My name is Astrid orrera. I had the most beautiful mother. I have the most horrible father. Its very hard to sum up my life in words. Its more of feeling, my life. Not a story.
Or so I thought, until I met the boy who taught me to sing, to fly, to fight. The boy who broke my heart. But it all began from this moment. Sobbing into the grass and looking at the stars, that was the end of something. And the beggining of another. Up until then the stars were the closest thing I'd seen to magic. I wish it were still like that now. I wish it so bad.
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Stars Dance
RomanceAstrid orrera is the last siren on earth. Mason lockwood is the last trigger. He was born to break her heart. She was born to sing. She was born to make the stars dance.
