Stranger In The Sky

Stranger In The Sky

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"Falling in love with your best friend is just a waste of friendship." That's what Azriel Gaile Santos used to believe until he vanished without a goodbye. Karl Miguel Caviel was the boy who made the stars feel closer, the skies feel warmer... and the silence feel unbearable when he left. Years passed. Azriel chased the universe, and it welcomed her back. Now a NASA-affiliated astronomer, she stands beneath the dome of a planetarium, celebrating the agency's 25th anniversary. Only to find him there, watching her like a memory that never faded. Older. Colder. Pretending she's just another face in the crowd. But skies hold secrets. And sometimes, the past doesn't stay grounded. What begins as a reunion feels like a puzzle. A pull. A warning. Because some stories are written in the stars And some are rewritten in blood. Started: 07/23/25 Ended:
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