Mariah. Gods above, she was as gorgeous as ever. She stood behind the reception desk, her chestnut hair pulled back in a messy bun, a few stray tendrils framing her heart-shaped face. Even in a simple white blouse and jeans, she radiated an effortless beauty that made something turn over inside of me. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Mariah was a dream I never allowed myself to have, a wish upon a star that I extinguished with my own hands.
