Starry Skies Book 1: Rewritten

Letter | Lonely by the Balcony

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Lonely by the Balcony

Similarities between Starry Skies and any canon/fanon work are either coincidental or intentional. The concepts that will be presented in this book are products of my experience and imagination. I hope you won't steal any of the ideas I've built up for so long now, and I hope you won't accuse me of copying anything/anyone nor will you compare my work with anyone else's (canon/fanon). Thank you.

Dearest friends,

There are lots of things I yearn to tell you, and there are so many more things I yearn to do with you girls. As usual, I don't feel quite certain where and how to start, so here goes. ...I know, I know. I can already hear what you're about to say. Silly me, my indecisiveness. I'm so slow at choices. Who am I kidding, I can't even pick, so I mutter a quick 'Sorry.' over and over. Then, everyone is amused while I'm left to blush and stammer out apologies. One of my fondest memories, to be honest. Though it can be embarrassing, your smiles make up for whatever shame I felt. A smile from any of you, and all my worries fade away. Hehe. Just like magic!

...Sometimes I can't help but ask why you do that. Tell me none of you see anything wrong, I mean. It's like my tendency to apologize is so foreign to you. I'm sorry for not-- oh stars, not again. I'll try to clarify next time. Tell me I don't need to apologize and do it too much. Tell me I'm okay and don't have to be so hard on myself. It's strange, but of course, I have no problem with that. It's just... I suppose I'm used to believing everything is my fault. I'm used to people making me believe it too. I'm used to making myself believe this. How pitiful, yes?

Enough about me. For the past weeks, how have you been? I hope you're doing well. That's all I need to know, and I'll be alright. I have to admit: I miss spending time with our group. I'm sure you know my feelings as well as I do. Each day we spend together is always filled with adventures and shenanigans. We may argue and do questionable stuff, but no matter what, we're still the best of friends. Our bonding moments are much better than being stuck in a room with healers streaming in and out to give me doses of medicine and lecture, if I do say so myself.

Oh, speaking of magic, there are these books I'm working on! You know, the ones I keep bothering you girls about. Stars above, I am capable of productivity. Surprising. Who am I and what have I done to Rie? I just wish the books could write the entire thing on their own. It's not like I can write any on time, let alone finish them. Hmm. What do you say I start a library full of my own works? Ooh, ooh, wouldn't it be stellar for me to become a bestselling author? Ah, a lass can dream! If only you were here to see and perhaps help me write. If only you'd be there to visit my library.

By the time everything is said and done, I'd probably be... never mind. I suppose you're curious as to why I don't scrap letters when I make mistakes. I simply want the letters to be what's the word, authentic? Yep, genuine. The last thing I want to make it look is scripted rubbish. My handwriting is not the most pleasant sight. Neither is the ink. ...No, it's how I write. My hands are sloppy nowadays. I can barely hold a quill and parchment. I can't hold forks and spoons without me shaking awfully too! Weird, huh?

Geez, I promised I wouldn't talk about my experiences, but there isn't much to put in the letter should I decide not to. Umm... oh, special news—my parents let me stay in my balcony! How fun it is to watch the stars and name the constellations. I can't forget about weaving tales for them as well.

It gets lonely, but when I gaze at the stars and try to doodle them on my diaries and whatnot, I remember you. I remember there are nights we will stare skyward at the same time. I remember the nights we went out to stargaze and made up that adorable constellation game. I remember our friendship and how far we've gone. I remember... us. The right friends at the wrong times. But we always try to make it work. To be there for each other.

...Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have this wish I wish tonight. I really wish my friends and I can be together again, side by side in this balcony. Or maybe outside, lying on our backs. No curse, no realm to tear us apart. Just twelve best friends having fun.

There! Now the galaxies heard my wish. Remember to write your wishes too, okay? Hehe. I promise I won't peek. Alright, alright. ...I might peek for a few seconds.

Loving you to the stars and back,
Rie

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