Up in the Sky

It's not unusual to hear people's voices in your head. It's expected, really. What's interesting is the fact that the voice in Dahlia's head does not belong to a human - it belongs to the stars, instead.
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"Who are you?" someone might ask to the utter horror showing on Dahlia's face.
"I... I..."
Maybe she was right to think of herself as part of a rhythm, a system that stretched all around her, as everyone, even fate, expected her to fix the mistakes of her predecessors. Maybe, just maybe, she was right to think that none of it even mattered, despite the swelling pain in her heart that told her - it did.
Maybe Dahlia felt it in her soul, the very fabric of life, of imagination, of love, of happiness - maybe it was too much, threatening to tear her apart at the seams.
And maybe, as she was looking at that Door before her, polished and beautiful, she may have thought of an answer that satisfied her, satisfied the stars, even the shrieking voices in her head. They belonged to the people she'd met in her life, no matter how kind and loving.
Dahlia sighed deeply, tracing her fingers along her skull. Would this be the end for her? Or would this simply be a new beginning, a dull promise of starting over, letting the past disappear?
Perhaps it really was her as she swallowed her pride and went through the Door.
Perhaps it really was her destiny.
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The first draft of my fantasy trilogy that I've been dying to finally write! I need feedback, so don't be shy, give it to me! I should post regularly as the whole draft is written by now (I'm working on the second book but I've barely started to be honest)
In this world between three others lie the secrets to wars and pain. Will Dahlia finally understand what it means to be loved?