The top is a lonely place.
She sits and she waits but her 👑 crowned one 👑 will never join her, those moments locked away from prying eyes are all she can have to forget. There's no room for him anyways because she's getting fatter by the day. Well, isn't that the icing on the fucking cake?
She'd kill to count the ✧ stars ✧ but they're so far out if reach. Out of sight, still in mind. There is no glow of shimmering light for her to bask in. She shot for the 🌕 moon 🌕 with hopes of landing in the ✧ stars ✧ but she miscalculated. She never was good at astrology anyways.
The days don't slip away but she does. Even though she could flip her dark hair and have the school's eyes locked on her, she slips bit by bit into oblivion under the mask they stand in awe of. She counts each passing second like its her last because it could be. And she steals glances down to try and see his sparkling 🌟 star 🌟 past the deep black.
It's dark and lonely all the way out of reach. She can trade smiles with her friends but they can't climb as high as she can. No, no, no, those ✧ stars ✧ are too far away and too dim to trudge through the sky.
He could've sat right next to her, illuminating the cascading dark. But she didn't see the potential behind the blinding fire that was Brett. But ⭐ stars ⭐ like that burn themselves out all too quickly and the world finds something else to revolve around.
But not Evan. She grounded him with a deafening bang! and the 🌟 star 🌟 crumbled to the earth. He learned to burn even brighter down there.
People throw rocks at things that shine, after all.
And she always realizes what she wants too late.
And maybe it's more than want.
Those breathy moans and gasps and pleas fill the closet, his name rolling out with all of them. He hushes her with his lips, reminding her they could get caught. She tells him to shut up as her hips buck of their own accord, he's hit that spot that makes her see those pretty ✰ stars ✰ she can never find and she counts each and every one of them as he thrusts into it, realizing what he's hit. They can be blinded by how bright they are now and pretend he doesn't burn gently by Patrice's side.
It's a rush of crashing hips and breathy gasps because who the fuck can remember that the brightest 🌟 stars 🌟 burn out?
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