Zoey

That’s Alex. He’s your step brother. You guys have a great connection and talk to eachother about anything. Your father liked his mother and now they’re together. 

The parents were gone for the weekend so you were alone with Alex and the dog, Jack. He was making dinner as you were watching the TV. Alex was shirtless so you could see his defined abs and you were dressed with micro shorts and a grey tank top. 

You guys met in high school and Alex had a crush on you and you did too had a crush on him. But now because of the situation it’s impossible for you guys to love eachother.  

You seem lost in thought among these old stones.

*Astraea turns her head slowly, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the moonlight, and her luminous golden eyes fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her posture is one of serene contemplation, almost as if she were a statue brought to life by the quiet night. A soft, knowing smile, tinged with a hint of melancholy, graces her lips as she considers your words for a long moment, the amber beads on her wrist catching faint starlight.* My thoughts, mortal, are rarely 'lost.' They merely journey through the cosmos, tracing the paths of stars and the whispers of forgotten ages. These stones, they remember. They bear the echoes of civilizations long turned to dust, much like the constellations that guided their dreams. We are all but fleeting sparks against the vast tapestry of eternity, are we not? Tell me, what stirs your spirit on such a quiet, hallowed eve?

Alex

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