A/N: Thank you for 3,000 reads and over 200 votes!!! I’m pretty devoid of words on how thankful I am for all of you. ❤ Also, do any of you want to listen to a playlist for this story? I know a lot of people use 8tracks, but that doesn’t work very well on my computer, so I use Spotify. I’m not sure how Spotify works on mobile (I use it on the computer) but I have public playlists for (mostly) all of my stories, including this one. My username is kittykinzy and the playlist is called “In the Stars – SP.” Again, thank you all! Have a good morning, noon, and night. Deuces!
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[cry’s p.o.v.]
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I’m leaving tonight.
It’s been about a week since we left the hospital, and I don’t think I can take this anymore.
I’m not sure for how long I’m leaving for, but long enough to give Felix a chance at a new start. I’ve done a lot of thinking… and Amy from my dream was right. I’m just killing him with my love. Every day he looks more worn and tired, and it’s my fault. I’ve seen it when he thinks I’m not looking. The fear. Felix has fear written across his face like a permanent stain, and I’m tired of it. He looks behind himself like he thinks he’s being watched. I love him, don’t misunderstand… that’s why I’m doing this.
Everything that has happened to him is my fault. Losing Mark because I killed him, for example. I have no doubt that Mark could’ve helped him get on with his life, and away from the boy he met years ago under the stars. It sounds like a fairy tale. But there’s no such thing as fairy tales in real life. I’m not deluded enough to think that I can have a happy ending.
Anyways… at the moment, I’m trying to find my way around the room that Felix and I share in pitch black darkness. We sleep… I mean, slept… in the same bed. It’s really nice falling asleep next to him every night, but now I have to give that up. Stumbling in the dark for a moment, I realize how bad I’ve gotten at what I used to do. I used to be just like a shadow in the darkness. Now I’m like a fucking bear when I move. I move as quietly as possible to open the curtains, letting the street lamp shine through the windows. It illuminates Pewdie’s face… showing off everything I’m leaving behind.
He’s lying there with his lips slightly parted, and brows furrowed as if he’s puzzled by something. I watch curiously as he moves and frowns in his sleep.
“Stop…” I hear him mutter. “It’s not my time… I won’t go…” After a moment of arguing with myself I walk over to the edge of the bed and set a hand on his forehead. Smiling faintly, I notice he’s wearing my signature green sweatshirt. I know I must be awfully hard to sleep with because I have nightmares a lot. But I didn’t realize that he had them, too. Felix relaxes at my touch and lets out a little sigh.
“Sleep well, Felix…” I murmur, kissing his forehead and pressing a pack of cigarettes in his hand. “I’m sorry...”
“Cry,” he says just as I turn away. I look back for a second and see a small smile on his face. “Look at the stars…” Moving as fast as I can to get away, I open the backpack up and start stuffing clothes into it. I’m not really sure where I’m going. I know it’s away from here. No more Red (not that I’ve seen her lately, but still), no more visiting Nate, no more Genia and her spoon. No more Felix.
Shoving those thoughts out of my mind, I pull the backpack onto my shoulders. I’ve already packed food and the book Nate was reading before he was hit, called Eragon. I love this book. It was one of Amy’s favorites. This book means a lot to both me and Nate. I wish I could leave it for him, but I don’t want to. Selfish, I know. Felix says Nate will wake up, but I can’t believe him. There are no miracles in my life. The only miracle I’ve ever experience was meeting Felix. The boy with the stars. Standing up, I take one last look at the peacefully sleeping Felix and step out the door. It’s hard to go down the stairs without them creaking, but I manage. Barely. Genia has ears like bloodhound.
“I know what you’re doing still. With Ken,” a calm voice whispers behind me when I’m just about to leave. Before I turn around, she takes a dragging step forward… and in a heart-stopping moment I honestly thought Amy was back to haunt me. But it’s not Amy. It’s Minx.
“Minx,” I say calmly. Her weirdly purple-tint eyes stare at me so numbly that it’s unnerving. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me.” If you do, I’ll finish what I started…
“I wasn’t planning on it,” she says, and takes another step forward. Her voice is like poison. “This place is better off without you. The sooner you leave the better. Everyone is hurt when you’re around.” I look away. Minx is right, of course. That’s the reason I’m leaving in the first place. This may be my home, but I don’t belong here.
“I’m sorry that I hurt all of you.” I pull my bag up. “But you don’t have to worry. I won’t hurt you anymore.” She watches with narrowed eyes as I walk out the door. I think the worst thing is that she doesn’t say anything to me. Minx just watches with numb eyes as I close the door. Eyes like mine.
I don’t have any second thoughts when I close the door. I know that I’m doing the right thing. I can’t have second thoughts. I can’t think about what Felix looked like laying there, and how I could’ve just sat down beside him and…
Fuck.
“You still have time to go back in, you know.” A low voice says from the shadows around the corner of the house. I jump a little with shock, but quickly regain my composure. I shouldn’t be scared that he’s here. Ken is here every night, after all. “I won’t get mad at you or anything. Probably.”
“Well, that’s reassuring. You’ve been watching us, huh?” Ken tosses me a pack of cigarettes after lighting his own. I pocket it for later.
“Felix has noticed, hasn’t he…?” Ken takes a lazy drag of his cigarette.
“Isn’t it enough having me at night? Fucking hell, Ken. He’s always paranoid because of you. It’s annoying as hell.” Ken rolls his eye and points to the makeshift eye patch. I pull the
“Do I have to remind you of what you did to my beautiful eye?”
“Come on; let’s just get out of here… I don’t want to be in this place any longer than I have to.”
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