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i suppose it only took fifteen falling stars for her to see the lie she was living
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Fifteen.
Everyone says sixteen's sweet. All the story books, paperback novels, MTV shows, and teen cinematic greats say sixteen is the year.
But Blair Waldorf couldn't agree less.
Fifteen, and she had a boyfriend forever—a loving boy with kind eyes, winning smile, and a body to die for. He was Prince Charming, the perfect boy with the perfect lineage, obviously made for perfection itself, Blair.
She had a best friend, as golden as heroines in all the myths, who stood beside her through all the trials and tribulations—and Serena would be there for everything, this, Blair was sure.
Mr. and Mrs. Waldorf were a couple to envy. A mother with a fashion line that could light runways, and a charming father that could make anything happen so long as his little girl requested.
Perfect grades, perfect skin, perfect friends, perfect lover, perfect family.
Fifteen and the world was in her hands alone—she's convinced.
"What's so great about outside?" asks a half-intoxicated Nate, pulling her in by the waist as the party goes on, and she's at the balcony.
Dreamily, she smiles. Kisses her boyfriend on the lips. "The stars," she answers. "They're mine."
He laughs. "What?"
She shakes her head and kisses him again. He tastes of very expensive party champagne. "Nothing."
"Oooh, I get it. Have your head in the sky again?" he jokes. He pulls her back to the party with the screaming kids drenched in diamonds and the loud hip hop music.
Fifteen and she's convinced that the stars are hers to dispose of and play with. Destiny was Blair Waldorf's masterpiece.
Fifteen—she's marrying Nate. Her mind is made up. Serena is the maid of honor. She will inherit Mrs. Archibald's Vanderbilt ring. The church walls will be lined with peach roses, her dress a white ocean wave, courtesy of custom made Vera Wang or maybe Valentino. The Prince at the altar, the Devil is his best man.
Fifteen and she has fantasizes of saying "I do."
Then,
a year passes. Smiles turn into frowns, lies turn into secrets, truth turns into tale. Rumor turns into mad gossip. Life is flipped. Love has evanesced into black holes.
When did the world decide to fall apart?
Sixteen.
Sixteen, and it's all gone.
Sixteen, her boyfriend's acting distant, her best friend is gone, her father is gone, her mother is in great denial.
She's a lone queen, no longer a princess. She stands at her throne. Her kingdom is unforgiving and empty.
Sixteen, and all the stars fell except one.
Her.
This is where she learns there's no one that can save her but herself.
The only star in the sky, shining brighter than all her peers and predecessors combined.
The queen takes her throne.
The only star in the sky, and she intends to keep it that way because no one is ever going to hurt her, ever again.
That's a promise.