Nova Lupin likes stars. She likes to lie on buttercup filled grass and look up the shining lights. She also likes reading and drawing and poetry. She likes the smell of books; old, dusty books that haven't been handled in years. Nova Lupin likes chocolate and black tea, she likes astronomy and the sound of records slowly winding. Nova Lupin likes stars. But maybe that's just fate. Her name is the imploding of a star, after all. It's fate. Nova's slowly fade into themselves until they become nothing. Nova's disappear and become forgotten. What a fitting name. ©stooriees4uu
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