Chapter .47.

Stars are not small or gentle They are withering and dying and burning They are not here to be pretty I am trying to learn from them -Caitlyn Siehl "sky poem" *** I had said it to Orion once, the truth of what he was to me. You are my heart. He was the object that made me care, the person that centered me. You are my heart. And now, my heart is gone. I feel its absence, the empty space where it should have been lodged deep in my chest. No emotion spreads over me as I numbly stare at the desk. The door opens. My head shoots up involuntarily, a wild gasp leaving me at the anticipation of seeing anything- a tan wolf, puppy eyes, tangled hair. Him. Grandjay stands in the doorway, a look of shattered defeat falling over him. "He's gone." He said the words that I had been fi