A/N: Hi everyone! Here is the story that I mentioned I was working on when I posted Dreams Come True. The summary pretty much says it all. This is a one-shot from Roman's POV and inspired by Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper. If you enjoy this story then please review! I'm not sure if I'll be writing anymore Star-Crossed stories but feel free to keep an eye out and read my other stories. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

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I was exhausted. Today had been another long, long day and it was pretty late. I plopped down on my bed and kicked off my shoes. Even though I was tired my mind wouldn't relax and I knew it would be awhile before I actually fell asleep. So I stared up at the ceiling and the yellow star that hung from it caught my attention. One thing immediately came to mind; Emery.

It had been days since I had talked to her, but she never left my mind. I wanted to be with her but it was too risky. No matter how much I cared about her and how she made me feel, protecting her was my first priority. But then again, it seemed like her life was at risk whether I was around her or not. And now, as a result of keeping away from her, I had pushed her into Grayson's waiting arms. I let out a sigh of frustration. Why couldn't things be simple? Will I ever have a chance with Emery? When will I be able to talk to her without worrying if I'm putting her life at risk? Am I crazy for doing this?

I continued to stare at the yellow star and thought about how I learned to make it. It was ten years ago, on the night that my people first arrived here. My father had told me to run and I ended up hiding in Emery's shed. She found me not long after and came back with a blanket to keep me warm, and the next morning she brought me some food. After I had finished eating she showed me how to make some string figures, one of which was a star. I was about to try the star one myself when a bunch of men in uniforms and helmets came into the shed. I stood in front of Emery to protect her and I was shot. Lucky for me I have two hearts and because of that I survived.

I know that Emery wants to talk to me, wants to know why I hardly talk to her and avoid her as much as I can. Sometimes I can feel her stare at me as I walk past her in the halls of school. There are times when I consider turning around going back to her and ask if she's okay. But I know that that would only make things worse, harder to stay away. When I do have to talk to her though I can barely manage to walk away, but I know that it's for the best. I'd rather stay away and know that she's safe than put her in harm's way by being with her.

But I still keep an eye on her and I will always be there for her if she's in danger. It doesn't matter if she's lost, hurt, or scared, I will find a way to be there for her. I know that there is probably a better way to protect her, one that doesn't involve keeping distance between us and pushing her away. But for now this is the safest for both of us even though it's definitely not the easiest.

On the outside it might not look like I care about what happens to Emery, but I do. I want to be with her so much, but now isn't the time. But I'll always be waiting for the day when we can be together, when I can tell her how I really feel. I don't care how long I have to wait or who Emery is with in the meantime because that day will come. And when it does I'll remember the yellow star made of string that hangs from my ceiling. I'll always remember it because it reminds me of Emery, and because Emery is my bright and shining star in a world of chaos, confusion, and darkness. It's because of her that I can see the beauty in this world despite all the hatred and anger. Emery Whitehall is the most beautiful, kind, and caring girl I know, the girl I love, my yellow star.