tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940644307690379732024-03-14T01:14:23.135-07:00The Stars Above: A WishacyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894064430769037973.post-17182633626842414242010-10-19T22:22:00.000-07:002010-10-19T22:22:44.624-07:003: Meteor<i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">You shot across my sky like a meteor.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Blindingly bright, burning up in the atmosphere. How could I look anywhere else?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Will you burn up, or will you crash to Earth so I can meet you?</span></i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've decided.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wasn't going to chase Buck anymore. I've tried again and again to make him mine, only to be rejected at every turn. I don't know how much more I could take of that. Maybe, if I ignored him long enough, it would stop hurting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I figured I would start anew. I still wanted to make at least ten friends in Twinbrook - half of my lifetime goal - but only had about five friends to my name. It was time to go out and meet someone new.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I figured the Red Rendezvous was a good a place as any to start making friends. Trying to keep a cheerful demeanor, I headed over to the Foosball table and started chatting with the stranger there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mind if I play?" I asked, keeping my tone light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sure! Kinda hard to play by myself. My brother over there was playing, but he's a sore loser." he replied, gesturing to another red head across the bar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ha ha, I'll try to be more graceful than him then!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I found out that his name was Hayden, and that he was in the musical career. And, perhaps for the best, he was married. That meant I could be normal friends with him without all of the messy complications of a romantic relationship.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hayden and I were fast friends. I found out that he was just as charismatic as I was, and that we could charm the club goers into the palms of our hands. It was great talking to another 'people person'.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Thanks Hayden." I said to him after a couple of hours, straining to be heard over the noise. "I really needed someone to talk to. I was pretty bummed out when I came in, you know."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He grinned childishly. "Glad to help. You're not so bad company yourself."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I started to smile. "Good to know I'm tolerable."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then, without warning, Hayden pulled me into a friendly hug.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hey, whatever made you upset, forget about it, okay? You're a bright, pretty girl that any of the blokes in this bar would love to talk to. Whoever upset you is just a jerk."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know how Hayden was able to glean that much from our conversation, but I was glad he did. Those were the exact words I needed to hear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Thank you Hayden. So much."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eventually Hayden had to leave, but he made sure I had his phone number if I ever wanted to hang out sometime. I told him that he could be certain I would call - I wanted Hayden and I to become best friends at this point!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not long after he left, I started to feel queasy. Cursing that bartender and his mysterious mango cocktails, I dashed for the basement bathrooms.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The floor was dirty and my phone was ringing and my head was pounding and all I wanted to do was go home. The fun, it seemed, was over for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But then a week passed and I was still sick.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This wasn't normal. First of all, I never get sick - I never missed a day of school as a kid. Secondly, this wasn't a normal illness - I would puke when I got up, scarf down a huge breakfast, and then be totally fine for the rest of the day. It just didn't add up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, until I started counting the days.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went over the weeks over and over again, frantically trying to convince myself that I was just late and that there was no way I was...I was...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had to call Jupiter. She was the only friend I had that had ever had a baby.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jupiter dragged me to the convenience store and waited patiently outside while I took a pregnancy test. Moments later, I came storming out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"It's got to be wrong."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I...I <i>can't</i> be pregnant."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"That's more of a 'That'll ruin everything!' can't than a 'No way is this physically possible.' can't, isn't it?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My hands dropped to my belly defensively. "It wouldn't ruin <i>everything</i>. I...I like babies. And it's definitely possible. But Jupiter, I made up my mind not to talk to Buck anymore."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You have to tell him about this, Yume."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I merely shook my head and backed away, hands still protectively over my stomach. Then, I turned and ran. What was I running from...?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't think I was paying attention to where I was going, because when I stopped to catch my breath I found myself on the far south side of town.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then a familiar voice rang out. "Yume! Hey!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hayden!" I gasped. "I...uh...hey."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Why didn't you call me? I thought we were going to hang out. Or are you avoiding me?" he chuckled.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I gaped at him, and his cheerful expression fell in the face of my panicked countenance. "Yume? Are you...?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I'm pregnant."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The words blurted out of my mouth before I could even think of a proper response.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ah...oh." was Hayden's response.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soon I was backing away from him too, still panicking. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I didn't want Hayden to see me completely melt down. I still wanted to be able to be friends with him when I could finally show my face in public again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ran home without another word.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was grateful that I got time off of work, because I wasn't sure I could show my face in public after that embarrassing debacle.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Strange how something I thought was so shocking a few months ago seemed so obvious now. And heck, I was excited! Being a single mother didn't worry me - I was more worried about what would happen if Buck ever found out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'd be fine...right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One morning there was a knock at the door. This was pretty strange, because I told my handful of friends that I wasn't really in the visiting mood. Curious, I opened the door.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"H-Hayden!" I squeaked as he made his way into my living room. "I, uh...um."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You said that last time too." he chuckled.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"S-sorry. Hi." I managed. Of course he would come over <i>now</i>, when I was all obviously pregnant. "Um, what's the occasion?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I wanted to apologize, actually." he chuckled.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You? For what? I'm the one who blurted out all my problems and ran off." I responded, dumbstruck.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"And I let you run. Honestly, I thought you were trouble and decided to leave it at that. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that you were just <i>in</i> trouble. So I thought, as an apology, I could offer to keep being your friend, if you'll let me."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I must have had the biggest, most idiotic grin on my face then.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You're a brave man to befriend a crazy pregnant woman." I said.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hayden laughed. "And there's the Yume I met at the bar! I should've guessed that you'd be the same, pregnant or not."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He glanced down at my pregnant belly, so I stuck out as far as I could. "This kid's gonna be a monster like me. Already kicking up a storm! Go ahead, feel."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The second Hayden laid a hand on me, my baby gave a furious kick that startled us both. I burst out laughing - this kid and I got along already!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You've already influenced your child in the womb, huh." Hayden said with a sardonic grin.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ah, well, what can I say."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then, as we stood there smiling and bonding over my baby, I got this crazy notion. Yeah, I barely knew him. Yeah, I knew that this is what got me in trouble in the first place. But suddenly, I wished that I had <i>his</i> kid in there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah, I'm in trouble, aren't I?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Meteor, meteor, please don't fade away.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Some say that the universe is just a circle, exploding, expanding, shrinking, exploding...</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">That might comfort some. But sometimes I wish my life wasn't so cyclical.</span></i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">For a while, life was, dare I say it, normal.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went to work Monday through Friday, befriending coworkers and my boss alike. I had moved up from coffee carrying to file processing, but it didn't feel very different.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still frequented the park to see if there was anyone around to be friends with. I met an interesting woman named Jupiter who had traveled the world before settling down in Twinbrook. We would occasionally play chess while she rattled off stories of fighting off mummies in Egypt.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">On other days I would visit my coworkers at their homes after work. It wasn't long before I was good friends with all of them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes their family members would give me weird looks, visiting their house at night...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">...but they warmed up to me pretty quickly. I guess that charisma book helped, huh?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You know Yume, I have a friend named Buck Green who's always saying that the people of Twinbrook aren't very friendly. He's been having a rough time fitting in ever since his girlfriend left him."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What could I do but befriend Buck? It was a great opportunity to make a new friend - something I never turned down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got right to the friend making the very next day, never one to hesitate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Buck was charming, more so than I expected. When we were friends, I wanted to be good friends. Then best friends. And then I tried to pretend that I didn't notice the subtle flirting he sent my way every now and then.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah, but who am I kidding? I'm a hopeless romantic. I wanted to fall in love, and I was hoping that Buck would be the right choice.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I suppose I made the first move, but remember that he flirted with me first!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moving too fast? Maybe. But you couldn't tell me that. When I wasn't at work, I was with him, flirting and laughing and falling for him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-10.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Did he feel the same way about me? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was hard to tell. He was attracted to me, sure. But Buck had what he called "commitment issues", and balked at calling me anything more than a "romantic interest".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-19.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe I was stupid to try and change that. Maybe I should have seen the warning signs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-29.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I couldn't help but think that if I were only convincing enough, he would fall in love with me too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-30.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And that's what started me...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...on a cycle I couldn't break.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-20.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes we spent the night peacefully at my house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-11.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I awoke in a panic at his house, confused by the strange room and the empty bed next to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-32.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Buck had a girlfriend while he was seeing me. Several girlfriends, if I recall correctly. But that never stopped him from dropping everything to have a rendezvous with me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-33.jpg" width="448" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That meant I would win, right? He would always be with me regardless of the other girls.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-13.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But being with me didn't seem to be anything meaningful to him. Sure, we would talk sometimes about things...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-18.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...but before long the conversation always turned to the bedroom.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-17.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And me? I always indulged him. I craved his attention like some kind of addict. I wanted to look into someone's eyes and feel loved.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And if I couldn't have that, I went for the next best thing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-28.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I couldn't live that way forever. I was exhausted, tired of lying to myself. Even my performance at work was tanking.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-34.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This couldn't go on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But how much was I willing to change?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">The Big Bang.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">The explosion that started life.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>I used to think that if you always followed it, it would bring you home. Turns out, it will only lead you north.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>But the way I'm going, that's just fine.</i></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-63.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twinbrook is my home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It wasn't always that way, but the past doesn't matter. What matters now is that I'm going to do what <i>I</i> want from now on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-66.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My name is Yume. I'd like to think with a name meaning 'dream', I should follow my dreams. Hence this little three room house next to the bridge and river. The stars are beautiful out here...when you can see them. It gets cloudy quite often in Twinbrook.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-54.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I prefer the word cozy to tiny. The green paneled walls of my house are pretty soothing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-58.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, this was perfect. Tomorrow I start life Yume-style.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-62.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got a job!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I woke up this morning with the notion to get into business. Father always said that business was for men and entertaining for the women - ah, if he could see me now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...actually, I rather not see him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-61.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It felt weird to have an 8 - 2 job, but I love people, so I spent most of that time peering into other cubicles and meeting coworkers while I delivered coffee. They liked me so much that we spent out lunch break chatting at the water cooler!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-68.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once work was over, I didn't feel like going home just yet. I decided to hang around the park to meet people, but it was oddly empty. There was a couple of nice chess tables though, so I amused myself playing for a bit. I don't think I'm logical enough for that, though.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-69.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some people did wander in after sundown, so I chatted with a few of them to try and make friends. I didn't really make any there, which was disappointing - I kinda wanted to have over twenty friends here one day. Wouldn't it be fun to be super popular?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-57.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stopped by the bookstore on the way home, hoping to find a book with some tips on being charismatic. Surely a few charisma points would not be lost on my future friends! But by the time I was done shopping I was too tired to read - guess I wasn't used to getting up at six yet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-67.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I washed up before going to bed (it's important to be clean, you know)...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-59.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...and then played some computer games. Yeah, I probably should have been sleeping, but those things are addictive! I swear that every time I get a few seconds to myself I start wandering towards the computer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="336" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Winged_Wolf/Stars%20Above/Screenshot-60.jpg" width="448" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally I was exhausted enough to stop fooling around and get to bed. For once I wasn't worrying about what I was wearing tomorrow, who I was meeting, what I was doing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tomorrow would go how I want.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And so would the rest of my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Polaris will lead you home.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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