Rewrite the Stars

by Charleigh Rose

“What’s the difference between a carnival and a circus?” “The circus keeps their animals in cages. We let ours run free,” he says, with a glint in his eyes. The insinuation is clear. They are the animals.

“You were the first boy I ever kissed. I spent two years trying to find this feeling again.”

“I don’t think we ended up here just for you to die,” she whispers. “What if it’s already in the stars? You can’t change fate.” “Then we’ll rewrite the stars.”

I’d give anything to keep you. I think I say the words out loud, but I can’t be sure. No. I don’t feel alive. I’ve never felt more dead than the moment Evan’s eyes told me I was dying.

I don’t know what I did to deserve Evan, but I’ll fight until death to keep her. Turns out, she wasn’t the casualty after all. She was the cure.