The Traveler's Star
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His eyes went on for miles and yet each mile was filled with stars that could rival those of even the most prepossessing night sky -yet she stood there silently watching him standing there with those night-sky eyes staring right back at her with the same struck expression.
"I'm traveling all over the States, what does it look like I'm doing?" Odessa exclaimed, feeling caged, her hands fiddling with the bottom of her sweater as if the simple distraction will save them from Antares' unwavering gaze.
"No, you're not. What are you doing, Odessa, not what you think you're doing but what you are actually doing?" He continued on, just as serious as he was five minutes ago when he'd asked her the same question; a question that was beginning to unravel the emotions she'd worked hard to keep locked away.
"Bloody hell, if I'm not traveling then what am I doing, Antares?" She asked angrily, refusing to continue playing whatever game he was trying to frustrate her with, something that seemed to be a past time of his.
"You're running." He whispered.
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