#second star snippets

[mercarimari]

Twenty-one years old. They should be happy that they’d made it this far. The last few birthdays had been milestones like that. They dropped the covers down, leaned over to the nightstand for one of the half a dozen half empty bottles of water, and the prepped box of medication. Three pills tumped into their hand, and they popped them into their mouth, chugging what was left of the bottle in their hand. 

[mercarimari]

“Yeah. And I’m tired of feeling stuck. But I don’t know how to wrench myself free without breaking the pieces and ruining everything.” Their breath hitched on the words. “Oh— my darling, sometimes you have to break the pieces to pick them back up.” Wendy breathed, “And the picture won’t be the same. But the end result is usually better.” She paused in her work, resting her chin on their head, “You are strong, little star. So if you want to change, if you want your adventure, your life altering journey. Shatter the pieces, pick them up, and paint your own picture. Make this life— Destiny— Fate… your bitch.”