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Yet In The Stars; Dalton

Chapter Three: Yet In the Stars
Dalton

September 7

Months have passed and each day that passed I’ve dedicated in loving her, in fact I fell even deeper. She is an undeniable part of me. All I will risk just for her happiness even if it costs my life. Salvation comes at price, her happiness is my salvation and that is the price I am willing to pay for. Also our poetic group grew, we have a new member, Kaitlyn Evenstar, she’s Vine’s new friend and she’s very poetic. Wayne and Kaitlyn are getting along; Wayne improved for the better since they met.

Our group had five members already and we decided that I should bear a name.

“I say we must name it the Dead & Alive Poets Society.” Wayne said.

“Knock it off Wayne!” Kaitlyn shouted. “It must be Slammed.”

“Carpe Diem.” I announced. “It’s where we started, plus it is Latin and it’ll surely sound great.”

“All in favor of Carpe Diem?”  Pietro asked.

“I.” Kaitlyn said.

“I!” Vine shouted.
“The Dead and Alive Poets Society sounds like an imitation of DPS.” Wayne exclaimed. “So I vote for Carpe Diem.”

“So Carpe Diem it is.” Pietro stated. “Well all of us will share their poetry on the next meeting, which is next month. Farewell.”

It’s been a while since I’ve read and watched ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ but it still gets into me. As I watched it for the nth time and witnessed the lovely story of Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace Lancaster, I concluded that it would not be if Vine and I wouldn’t share a bit of a love story. This inspired me to finish my poem entitled, Yet In The Stars. I would finish it for Vine. First, I texted her.

Me: Hey Vine!                         
Vine: Hello Dalton!
Me: Wanna grab a cup of coffe next week?
Vine: Okay, see you next week then. 10AM.
Me: Okay?
Vine: Okay but not like “Okay” in TFIOS. Have some originality. It was a nice try tho.

After a week I’ve finished the first two stanzas already. I needed to talk to Vine, I needed more inspiration. In Starbucks, my favorite song was played. It was Band Perry’s ‘If I Die Young’.

If I die young burry me in satin,
Lay me down on a bed of roses,
Sink me in the river at dawn,
Send me away with the words of a love song
 
“In my funeral, of course if I die young, I want that song to be played.” I told Vine.

“You won’t die yet.” She grinned.

“Who knows? Can you see it done?” I pleaded.

“Okay but promise me you’ll live on.” She demanded.

“I’ll live on and please do write me a eulogy.” I pleaded once more.

“Okay, we have a deal. You won’t die this year, that I assure you.” She said.

We were really having a great time here at Starbucks. I just wish I could live to see those days which we would share a love story.

“So how’d you meet Wayne and Pietro?” She asked me with a smile.

“Well, I met them on Hello Poetry then I found that they go to Welton and they are Seniors.”  I replied to her with a smile.

She kept on asking and I was just listening and answering her questions, moreover her smile was where I kept my focus. I already had the inspiration I needed to finish my poem. I was not killing time with her, I was making use of it. I was savoring the moment with the time that was given to us. Then she stood up because she had to go home, we were talking for three hours.