Prologue

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My stargazing comes to an abrupt halt as I hear footsteps. I flip over on my stomach, praying whoever it is can't see me in this field of tall grass. My eyes sharpen their vision, and I see a girl running, crying and breathing hard. She suddenly stops and falls to her knees, sobbing. I want to help her, but I stay put. No one knows I study stars out here ever since I moved from Arizona. And some stranger isn't about to find out.

But a little part of me wants to help her. To hold her and tell her that it's okay. But I keep myself back. As I listen to her helpless sobs I notice in the light of the full moon her long brown hair falling in her face, full hips, purple jeans, and black converse. Even though I can't see her face, I still think she is pretty. Her whimpers stop, but she continues to shake. I try to continue to my stargazing, but her shaking distracts me. I long to get up and help her, but something holds me back. I locate the constellation Sirius, but lose it again as I glance over to see her tuck her hair behind her ear. Her face has a pretty shape, with a small nose. By what I can see her mascara is running down her cheeks, mixing with her tears. I watch her regain herself. Finally, she stands up and begins to walk away.

I've never talked to this girl, but she is already beautiful to me.

I want to see her again.

I need to see her again

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