Almost and The Binary Stars

Ally Summers read somewhere that every soul is created with a pair to love and maybe, to discover why constellations are made in the first place. Though the latter part is just her own inclination to the mysteries of the universe.

She didn't really took it to heart when she saw it being as her mind is busy with colorful imaginations and vivid scenarios of things she could do to better herself and that if only she could lose a few pounds, her face wouldn't look too big on pictures.

Her very typical life consists of a run down to the bookstore, canvassing cafes, visiting thrift shops, hoarding clothes she's never gonna wear, planning art illustrations she's too demotivated and lethargic to do and all the while balancing her normal fleeting school life, not really popular but also, not really unpopular.

She's never really cared about social standing or how she looks so awkwardly weird for people when she jumps and count her steps on tiles.

When she looks at her self in the mirror, she feels equivocal. There are handful of times when she'd think she's pretty but when she stares hard, everything becomes bare and raw then she sees her truth, her miserable dementing truth,

"I'm just a person who's into looking up the stars because she could never be one in the first place." She said.

All of her beliefs about herself changed and faltered though. It was because of that unsuspecting ordinary day at school that turn all of her consuming worries into something beautiful.

There he was, the light and the stars, all for her.

But wait, someone around is lurking too and he is everything enigma, all darkest depths of the night is who he is and she can't help but want to unravel him.

She's torn and so so so confused.

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this story will contain mature language, themes, mention of depression and body dysphoria.