Sinbound and Starless (ON HOLD)
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He utters something that shatters the tempered glass that makes up my heart,
"Where did your stars go, Odette?"
"They'll come back," I whisper, "only, they'll be in the sky this time."
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ODETTE BLAIR lived in a body with a vengeance against her. Her kidneys were failing at a rapid rate and nothing the doctors did seemed to buy her more time. Her name was a curse atop the register with no donors to erase it. She was dying; a dead girl living.
THANE OTHELLO despised his heart with every single beat it gave. He was healthy in every sense of the word with no way out. He desperately wished with every pump his heart made that it would be his last. Thane Othello wanted to die. Only, his life had to be taken by hands that weren't his own. He pursues those hands day after day, in the form of lethal, illegal activities.
Odette was a dying girl who wanted to live. Thane was a living boy who wanted to die. When their paths meet an inevitable encounter, two lives take on a drastic change. For better or for worse?
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