To Rule the World | A Zodiac Story

Confessions.... or not

Actress: Naomi Scott

"Should I get him flowers?" Pisces asked Libra. He paced around their room nervously. What should he do? Did he look alright? He breathed in Libra's face. "Is my breath alright?"

Libra made a gagging motion and handed him a breath mint. She scrunched up her nose. "Get him chocolates or something. He grew up in a bakery, he outta have a sweet tooth."

Pisces shook his head. "Not grew up. He lived there a while, but he grew up on the streets."

"You nerd," Libra snickered. She took a glop of gel in her hands and slicked Pisces hair back. He wore a rather fancy suit.

Pisces pouted. "What'll happen to our friendship if it goes sour?"

Libra sighed, and a sad looked washed over her face. "Well, then I owe Nebula ten bucks."

Pisces looked down at his hands at the mention of his sisters name. He pursed his lips before looking up. "She bet that I wouldn't work out with Aries?"

"She bet that anyone who dates you would somehow blow up or die," Libra corrected. "She claimed that's how bad of a cook you were."

Pisces wiped a tear from his eye and let out a weak laugh. "She was always right, wasn't she?"

Libra sat down on the bed, bringing Pisces with
her. She brought him close to her and cuddled him a bit. "She loved you so much."

Pisces' forehead creased as he cuddled up to Libra further. He shut his eyes tight and let out a slight whimper. "If she loved me so much, then why did she leave?"

Libra scooted closer to her fiancé. She let out a small sigh. "Sometimes, it's the only thing left to do."

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Leaves blew by briskly. The air had a bite to it without compare. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. A girl looks up at the home she once knew. Her black hair flew behind her from the breeze. Her sunken eyes had a melancholy glow. Her pale blue, satin dress danced in the wind as her heels tapped down the staircase. Her hands gripped her bags tightly. Her overbite bit her lip in worry. She didn't even say goodbye.

This was Cancer's exit.

She was leaving. Today was her final day at the castle. Cancer's mother was forcing her into a marriage with a boy she hardly knew. Cancer did not want this. Forcing marriage is very outdated, especially in Solis. But her mother was sick, and she wished her to be happy.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Cancer furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes searched in front of her. She wasn't moving. What was that noise?

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Cancer ignored it. Perhaps it was some boys playing tag. She walked forward. If she looked back now, she may not leave. If she doesn't leave, then she can't make her mother happy.

"Wait!" A voice called out. It painted and cried as if it had been running. "Please, don't go."

"No," Cancer replied. She knew who the voice was. It was high, but sweet. It was like a bird humming a melody. It was Scorpio's. "I can't."

"You didn't even say goodbye," Scorpio said meekly. Her eyes went wide and her brows furrowed. "Please, at least do that."

"If I saw goodbye, I might not leave," Cancer firmly stated, looking ahead.

Scorpio's eyes lit up, and she beamed. "Then stay. I don't know where you're going, but you should stay."

"I'm getting married," Cancer informed her. A tear slipped down. "My mother's request. I'm doing it. I want her happy before she dies."