Don't know what happened to her,
She wanted to forget her dreams and his soft touches.
She rose from the bed like a silent tide,
walked to him—drawn by something deeper than reason.
Her fingers cupped his cheek, trembling yet sure,
and she whispered,
"Will you be mine, just for tonight?
Let me forget the way your eyes undo me."
Jace's arms wrapped around her—warm, solid, real.
But even inside that embrace, she felt alone.
Her heart screamed for him.
The man with star-dipped eyes.
The one who kissed her like the world was ending.
The one who haunted her dreams.
"He's real," her heart cried.
"No," her brain snapped. "Jace is the only one who's here. Right now. Holding you. Choosing you."
But why didn't it feel right?
Why did every second with Jace feel like pretending?
Like trying to force a puzzle piece into the wrong space?
Her tears soaked into Jace's shirt.
He gently pushed her hair behind her ear, whispering,
"I'm here."
Jace held her tighter, like he could glue back the pieces of her just by being near.
But she wasn't broken because of him.
She was broken because of someone who might not even exist.
How do you explain heartbreak over a man you've only kissed in dreams?
"He's real," her heart whispered again, stubborn and breathless.
She looked up into Jace's eyes—so gentle, so sincere—but they weren't his.
Not the man who called her sunrise in a voice that lived somewhere between the stars and her bones.
"Anna," Jace said softly, brushing her hair behind her ear, "you don't have to pretend with me. I know something's eating you up inside."
She couldn't answer. Her throat locked.
So instead, she leaned into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
It was warm. Steady. Real.
"Sometimes," she whispered, "I wish I could be in love with the one who's here… not the one who vanishes every morning."
He didn't flinch. He didn't walk away.
Instead, he tilted her chin up gently, looked her in the eyes and said,
"Then let me be here for you—even if your heart's somewhere else. I can wait."
He leaned in, not for a kiss, but for something deeper: a quiet moment of connection. His forehead rested against hers, and for a breathless second, it felt like the world stopped spinning.
And for the first time in a long time…
She didn't feel alone.
Yes—her brain and her body felt safe in his arms.
But what about her heart?
For the first time, she didn't let her heart confuse me. She silenced its chaos and listened to her brain—the one that whispered, "Let go of the ghost. Feel what's real."
She lifted her hand, held Jace's cheeks gently. His skin was warm under her cold fingertips. Her heart didn't race like it did in the dream... but it steadied, as if finding a rhythm it had been searching for.
Closing her eyes, she leaned in.
Their lips touched—softly. No fireworks. No fairytales.
Just silence. Peace. His heartbeat under her palm.
But the moment didn't stay still for long.
She pulled back. His wide, stunned eyes met hers. Guilt cracked through her like thunder in a quiet sky.
"Jace, I—"
she didn't finish.
Suddenly, his arms pulled her closer. Not out of lust, but out of something deeper. Maybe it was longing. Maybe it was pain.
One hand wrapped around her waist. The other gently held her neck.
"You don't have to explain," he whispered, his voice husky.
And in that moment, with the world muted outside their little bubble, she realized something terrifying:
She wanted to believe him.
He kissed her so deeply that it felt like the world had vanished around them.
Her breath hitched—not from fear, but from the overwhelming feeling that she was finally seen.
Jace kissed her like he had been holding it in for years—hungry, desperate, like she was slipping through his fingers. His hands trailed across her back, pulling her closer, grounding her to the moment. Her fingers tangled into his messy hair, holding on like it was the only real thing left in her spinning world.
It wasn't gentle—but it wasn't reckless.
It was raw, real... and somehow exactly what she needed.
He pulled her into his lap, lips tracing a path down to her neck. She could barely breathe, not because she didn't want it—but because something deep inside her whispered this isn't right.
His touch sent sparks across her skin, but they didn't reach her heart.
That part of her… still belonged to someone else.
Jace's hand slid gently up her thigh, but before he could go further, she caught his wrist.
Her voice trembled, "I'm not ready yet."
He froze. Then his eyes met hers—not with frustration, but with understanding.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "I'll wait. You don't have to explain."
He gently kissed her lips—this time soft, patient, like a silent promise.
In that moment, something in her eased. she felt safe—anchored in his arms.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.
"Do you want to sleep, baby girl?" he whispered, voice soft as a lullaby.
She gave a small nod. Without another word, he laid her down on the bed, his movements careful, gentle.
Then, without hesitation, he lay beside me. Not to claim—but to comfort.
His arm draped around her waist, pulling her close. Their bodies aligned like they'd known each other for lifetimes.
For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel alone. Not in the world. Not in her heart.
They slept.
(To be continued...…)
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Rewritten by the Stars
Written by Sugarcane
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