leemasshelff
Avyanna
I'd always wanted the life everybody spends their time searching for. I'd wanted passion, glory, revenge, lust, and never love. I had never known why. And I didn't intend to find out. I'd lived with my mother since as long as I could walk, spent my mornings in the garden with my books as long as I could go to school, the nights in the library alongside candles for however long I could write. I'd prayed without feelings, saved my mother from hurting herself without crying, graduated schools without celebrating, followed by a job resolving crime without smiling. I didn't laugh. I didn't cry. I just was. I was, too, searching.
Avent
I'd loved the stars, the moon, meteors, and the eclipse since I was five. I had watched them being associated with which craft-ridiculously-narrowed their origin to space, and I thought such an odd word; space. I had never had enough to breathe. To realize my worth. To believe in anybody but nothingness. So much of it that it could be confused with a person. Certainly Nothingness, proudly, hated me. My life had been spent with this person to discover space. Not the interesting, loveable, beautiful space. The one choking me out of my dreams and mirroring my fears. It's alright, I guess. It's space, afterall. The worst it could do was suffocate me, and I wasn't so put off by the idea of death. To be a beloved star-I wouldn't mind at all.