the art of chasing the stars

"Doesn't it seem like dark events have always followed us? Ever since we were both little, we were fated to be riddled by the darkness that morphed us into the shells we are today."

He thought for a second, still looking up, "You can't have the good events without the bad. Just how there is no hopeful sunrise or beautiful sunset without the darkness. There is no such thing as day without the existence of night."

"But what about the stars? If night is equivalent to the bad times... then what are the stars?

"Isn't it obvious? They are the small spurts of joy throughout the hard times. They are small glimpses of hope that can be things... or people... and for some people, nights are longer than day. Therefore they have more stars."

"Here, let's make a pact," she said as she rolled over to her side, looking at him. "We will be chasers. We will chase the stars that pop up and catch them. Deal?"

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<the dreamer>
Willow is a 16 year old whose dad's sudden death sent her into a downward spiral into depression, and she is trying to get over it.

<the chaser>
Jesse is a 16 year old whose mom and little sister died. His family was left to crumble in the hands of his emotionally distant father and him, a recently diagnosed sociopath.

Their fates collide in an unusual way, and they both learn that people are labyrinths, riddled by their dark pasts while trying to get over their own at the same time.

**cover made by @stcverogers **