The sun is also a star -what happened after the last page:

A/N: This book was written by Nicola Yoon, the ending frustrated me as I needed more so I have decided to write on (again!) I wrote the first page on my old account that was before I lost the password. I have been inspired recently to write again so here we are. I hope you enjoy my vision of the ending, as I am going to work really hard on it. By the way, the book swaps between two main characters (Natasha and Daniel) and some side characters. I am going to write in that style but instead of just those two being the main characters, I am focusing the story also on Irene. Enjoy xx but first the last section of the book to get you back into the story:

Last Paragraph:

All that remains now is Irene and this woman.

"I remember you," the woman says. "My name is Natasha, and I remember you."

The young man in 7A peers over the top of the seat.

"Natasha," he says. His face is wide open and his world is full of love.

Natasha looks up.

Time stumbles back into place. The plane and the seats reform. The passengers solidify into flesh. And blood. And bone.

And heart.

"Daniel," she says. And again, "Daniel."

Now onto the story:

Chapter one:

Natasha- The world stops, it footsteps fix to its place rooted to the ground as, I gaze at Daniel and wonder how I left on that plane so many countless years ago. Gradually, I learnt to stop loving Daniel even though my heart was still lingering behind waiting for me to come to my senses. However, now as I stare down at him my heart flutters and my heart fits back in its gap. The holes are matched up and as I recover, the broken emptiness of the last ten years seems to dissolve when I look at Daniel. His image hasn't changed and for a moment, I feel like it was yesterday we kissed on the roof top. Thoughts swirl before my eyes and my mouth leaves me as I struggle to speak words. I wonder what would have happened if Irene hadn't thanked me for saving her life. I puzzle on this thought, at how I saved her life but the thought of what would happen if she hadn't thanked me discards it. My gut falls at the thought: we would have walked off the plane and at the most thought of each other has inconveniences. Maybe at the most, nudged each other to get in front of the conveyor belt to grab our suitcases.

"Natasha…." Daniels replies before reaching for my hand, his hand is soft and slightly sweaty. I come out of my daze as his short black hair flops over his eyes which have melted from a serious expression to a soft loving tone. We stay there with the world froze as he kneels at my seat holding tightly onto my hands not wanting to let go again. On his seat, there is a notepad swirled with black ink with a chewed black pen and under his seat is a brown leather over the shoulder bag. Tears fall down both off our cheeks, glistening clear shards of crystals tumble making it hard to know whose tears are who until we laughing. Grins swipe across our faces and familiarity fills the air blocking out awkward tension. Through tears, I find my voice which is no louder than a whisper nearly a cry.

"Daniel, I've missed you so much and please forgive me for blocking out the world you were in. I-I….." My voice shakes up and down as I struggle out the words that have crossed my mind too many times to count. A few moments pass, I worry if he didn't hear me but the worries disappear when his soft lips press against mine. I giggle through kissing until his hands thread through my hair and childish behaviour disappears as the kissing becomes more intense. A loud buzzing noise fills my ears, and up until my mind focused on other things than Daniel like sound, I forgot we were hovering in a metal tube zooming above land. The airplane rocks slightly as I knock up the arm rest on my seat. Daniel shuffles forward, his soft hands thread through my hair.

"Excuse me, I need you to return back to your seats and stop disturbing the people around you. NOW, you're blocking the way to the bathroom," a young woman demands that works abroad the plane. It is obvious she isn't that mad and probably just being paid to work this lousy job. Exhaustion drowns her eyes, as Daniel sighs a tiny gasp before returning to his seat, Daniel huffs as he turns to me smiling. I now notice Irene, feet rooted to the ground, tears streaming down her face. Light puffy curls escape her ponytail as she is told to get back to work. Gradually, she starts to slowly look down every row of seats as shock and hope overwhelm her. My thoughts swirl into each other, and the same conclusion comes out that I do love Daniel however much I've denied it. Daniel-giddy and hopeful- scribbles lines beyond lines on a fresh clean white creamy page. Black ink swirls together like tadpoles swimming in a clear lake. I become lost in thought, as the years I was away from Daniel replay themselves. The memory of my mother appears in thought which makes me nauseous as the day of her death drowns me in sorrow.

My mother become sick after five years living in my homeland which was becoming less strange each and every day. I remember the day as clear as rain, after her long shifts as usual she was exhausted. However, not the desire to sleep exhaustion nor it wasn't that, it was pain cut across her eyes that made her weak. I remember returning home from a mind draining day to see her curled up in a heap, dark mocking blood dripping from her mouth. At that moment, I knew death was coming for her and I have never believed in hope, but I remember hoping against all odds. It crushed me and took all my strength to contain the burning sensation to scream at the haunted image of her. The blood dripped slowly from her cracked lips, as her skin grew pale. I heaved her up, as a moaning escaped from her lips no bigger than a whisper. Days drew on with my mother still curled up in bed, no medical care could be given to her as we didn't have the money. My dad howled with despair and our family teared apart, family supported us but the only family I wanted was my mum. Two weeks and three days after I found her on the kitchen floor drowned in blood, she died. She died. Dead. Dead as a nail. The crackling coughing stopped one late sleepless night, and it either meant she was better or dead. Peter, my brother, thrived after her death stayed strong while my dad drank and I disconnected myself to the horrid world. I didn't leave my room until the funeral where I cried until I was dragged away gently. I've nearly healed from the death, I grew to find passion in physics but that's all I had. I was incomplete and…..

"Natasha, Natasha." Daniel whispers trying to catch my attention, when I finally come out of thought he is smiling. A folded up piece of paper is held in his hand as he stretches forward passing me the sealed notes. My heart flutters, as I open the note expecting secrets to fold out. Excitement fills me with real passion not the one in my studies, I slowly read the note tears well up in my eyes:

'Natasha, I never thought I would see you again and I know it has been ten years but I need to know what that day meant. To me it was full of magic and yes that new love that was on that day drained through the years. But I want to give it another chance, see what would have happened if you hadn't left. I want to also thank you for giving me the courage to make my dream real. I write poems, sad ones one's in mind, because of you. Thanks you and give it another go. Here is one that started my career, it's about that one lonely day full of new love:

The day was short driven out with love,

A girl shone and flew away with my heart like a dove.

The day glistening with sun but I believe…

It was her that lightened the world.

Magic laced our hands together,

My heart fluttered as she drew a smile on my face.

As my heart was stolen, a kiss was planted on my lips.

She left before the day was gone,

Now the day is only a memory,

That sorrow day drained now of its love.

I only smile, a sad cracked smile at the thought of her.

My heart is broken.

Broken.

Like ice cracking and

Promises smashing.

Love is hand in hate with sorrow.

My heart is broken.

I love her but

Life is too short to dream so

I sit drowned in darkness with one

Broken smashed heart.'

Daniel- The expression on Natasha's face drops which slowly crushes my heart as I bite my lip tapping on my notebook. I want another chance, and I wasn't sure before but my heart is rooting for her. I won't let her go, I'll hold onto her even if love discards the thought of us. Us. The two of us together in love until the sun sets declaring our luck. Tears brim in her eyes but don't fall softly down her dark sun-kissed cheeks. Her soft light pink full lips, mumble the words of the poem and each second that passes makes my heart turn over with salty tears. I am alone in the world, destined to be alone but if she thinks about it for even a moment, I meant have a chance against all odds of falling in love. Love is so extraordinary and through the years its glow dims. However, I still hope that love will re-enter my life and not be a sad empty memory of what used to be. This is my chance, I have one straight hallway to the door labelled love. Its steel door is unusually welcoming as I wait for Natasha response to the sad little poem held so dearly in her hands. My head starts to ache from twisting around and as I wait, I gaze at the pink frosting glowing at the tips of her black afro. Oh, how much I have missed this girl that has made my life so incomplete. A sudden warmth fills my chest, and I don't notice what it is at first since my life has lived without it for so long…. Love. Love fills me with a sense of safety. After my parents kicked me out for not hitting their impossible expectations, I lived in a world with bills and sad poems. I hate myself for bringing the memory back, but sometimes I can't help myself. This is one of those times and as my mind replays the memory, my gut falls. Guilt hangs over me and shame flushes over me.

I spent the day with Natasha, my first and last day with her I thought. The afternoon grew old, its light fizzling out like any hope of being able to hold on to her. I let her go in to the night, watched the plane zoom off into the stars that smirked down on me. My phone buzzed in my pocket again and again until the phone battery died like my heart that night. You cannot have a broken heart, just a heart that stops working but I heard my heart crack with despair. The pounding filled my ears, and a heavy pang pushed down upon my broken heart. Tears brew in my eyes, sharp crystals cutting down my face soaking me in sadness as I dragged myself away from the airport. That was the last time I cried for ten years, until the day I was reunited with my true love. I remember trudging down, rain smashing down on me its droplets streaming down my face mixing with my tears until I didn't know if it was my tears or rain that soaked through my clothes. The night was as dull as how I felt, as I trudged through the streets of New York: rain soaked my clothes through until it become hard to walk as my clothes were stiff; a pang of sadness overwhelms me causing me to shuffle even slower through the unpleasant weather; panic surged through me at the thought of how my parents were going to be like. When I reached my house, I could smell fear steaming from the kitchen. I unlocked the door, still thinking off Natasha to reveal…..

"Daniel….Oh, Daniel I love you. I do and yes. Yes. Yes we can give it another chance," Natasha beams her smile is big and cheeky but you can still see the effect of my poem has on her. My neck is hurting now so, as she folds the creamy page into her bag I turn back to my seat. I grab my phone, nearly knocking it over the little airplane table before quickly calling my apartment manager. Buzz! My phones rings on the call for a few seconds before Tim answers.

"Hey, Daniel. Your one room apartment is set up, why you calling?" Tim questions down the phone.

"Cancel it, I don't need a small apartment. I need a slightly bigger one that can fit like two to three people. Make it a nice safe place, and I need it ugernt-"the phone call ends cutting me off from the bad connection but I hope he has gotten the message that I need a place not only for me. I desperately need a place for Natasha as well, a place safe in New York.

"Do you have a place set up in New York?" I quickly ask Natasha hoping she hasn't otherwise I'm making Tim work more than he needs.

"No, I was just going to find a cheap hotel until I find an apartment. Why?" Natasha replies, her afro droops down pink frosting covering her face with excitement.

"I think we should move in with each other to count up for all those lost countless years, start fresh and build a life revolting each other," I smile shyly not wanting to sound clinging. The top notepad page is crumbled and creased from tapping on it too much. Tension blocks my throat and it's like I'm silently chocking on nothing. An unreadable expression crosses her face. I wait for a reply, my palms are sweaty intensely waiting for an answer. Rejection would be better than panic. I want my broken heart to heal as her lips part about to seal what my future will be.