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Stars(almona/angst)

(You already know what the tw is🤩[it's mcd])
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The stars. Mona read the stars. She would stare at them for hours on end, looking for some meaning.

The stars. There was a star she'd always look at. Sitting on his delicate neck. To her, the only star that mattered was him.

The stars. Not even they warned her about it. About how she'd never be able to read his fate or to look at her brightest star ever again.

The stars. The might as well have faded. They might as well have dulled when he did. She swore all the stars have gone dim that night.