stargazer

You__e going to tell me that last night shouldn__ have happened.__o. I__ glad it happened. For too long, I__e been telling myself that I could spend all this time with yo and flirt with you and not have it mean anything. It does mean something. You mean something to me. But I__ not in love with you.

Huging my pillow to my chest, I told myself, At least soon you won't have so much time to miss him. Soon school will start again, and then you'll be busier. Wait. Am I reduced to HOPING for school to start? Somehow, I have discovered a whole new level of pathetic.

The first rule of Evernight is that any vampire who seeks sanctuary must be given a place." -Charity

But nothing was a important as escaping Evernight or the __estiny_ my parents and teachers had decided for me. I had only one chance to be free and to be with the guy I loved. I intended to take it.

In my view, there are many different kinds of hugs. There are the ones you give to huggers, people who hug all the time. These, to me, are by far the least special of all hugs. I see the outstretched arms for the third time in as many days-the expectation of an embrace- and I am drawn in by a feeling of good manners rather than sincere closeness. It's like shaking hands. There are also those I hug only once in a great while because I hardly ever see then, but who I don't necessarily feel that close to. Those kinds of hugs are probably the most awkward. I'm expected to hug so I do it, even if I'm not sure I want to. Hugs like these are brief, and I am always left wondering what sort of look the other person had on their face where I couldn't see. And then there are HUGS. Like the hugs my parents give me when I'm having a bad day, any sort of hug from Armon the giant, or a hug like the one with Yipes right now. Yipes and I are not apt to embrace each other unless there's a good reason to do it, but when there is a good reason, it's a hug that feels like it ought to.

It was as if something snapped in two deep inside me. My parents-- the people I__ loved the most in the world, the ones I__ always told all my secrets to, the ones I__ wanted to hide with far away from the rest of the world. They had lied, and I couldn__ imagine why. It couldn__ possibly matter why.

I__ going, and don__ you dare try to stop me.__ ran through the door, willing myself to make it downstairs before I started to cry.

There's something comforting about the companionship of animals in a new place.

In these countless stars, in their clusters and colors and constellations, in the __hooting_ showers of blazing dust and ice, we have always found beauty. And in this beauty, the overwhelming size of the universe has seemed less ominous, earth__ own beauty more incredible. If indeed the numbers and distances of the night sky are so large that they become nearly meaningless, then let us find the meaning under our feet.

She met a boyand called him Stargazerbecause instead of poemshe recited the names of constellations.He said the freckles on his armswere roadmaps to the sky,and the bruises that he carriedwere supernovas in disguise."Stargazer

i will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths.

I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.

Tell me why._ My voice shook. __ell me right now.