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What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Ten.

When she was a child and her only companion were the stars, Esther dreamed of what her life would be like. • A little of peace... 'till there isn't anymore.

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People, I'm watching Spy x Family and well, the things you do for the mission. *laughs maniatically *

How far i've went. Once you start you never end. First One Piece. Now Spy x Family. What's next?

"And... How much do you like lockwood and Co? "

Im argentinian and I am having toasts with coffee (cause I dont have earl grey tea. It's like 1.300 pesos that simple little box here) for the first time in my life. I have NEVER had toast for a snack. Thats how.

My mother thinks that Nami is in love with Zoro.

What do I tell to her?

“I am deathly sure that dreams and hope are well tangled to each other; you would ask why. I'll tell you: because you can't have dreams if you don't have hope, and you can't have hope if you don't have dreams. ”

—someone that dreams in the daylight and that hopes in the nightdark.

What one's capable of.

There are moments, flashes, where you get a glimpse of what you're capable of.

They happen when you less expect it. When you're walking towards college or your job, when you're alone in your house, when you're sorrounded by people that may be friends or not.

For less than a second, or for countless ages, you are able to see how much power you were gifted with. You see, that if you leave that habit, you will reach a goal. You see, that if you don't stop, you'll be on a place you always wanted to be. You see that, if you stop being prideful, and just do what it's needed, you will cross the limit. You see that, if you don't give up, every doubt, yours or someone else's will not matter.

See? You're the only one that's stoping you. Giving just a little to achieve the greatest is never enough. You have to be willing to leave some things behind, cause they're like a chain that ties you down to where you are, and if you wanna reach your dream and smile wide, with a fullfilled heart and a determinated mind, you gotta be willing.

You gotta be willing.

And then, it's just matter of effort and time.

You were gifted with power. Learn to use it, and use it well.

"I love my mother. I really do.

And I know that she loves me too. I know that she made difficult choices in order of that love and I know that she sacrificed a lot too. I love her for that, for chosing me over other things, other people, other choices.

But there are days where I cause her to be angry, by disobeying her, by not listening to her, and she says the cruelest things I never thought I would hear from her, and I can't help but think that a part of her, a little yet significant part of her, thinks that I owe her for that. I, her only daughter, owe her all the sweat, all the tears, all the blood she lost for loving me. A part of her that will always blame me for what she had to do.

And I don't know if I should feel like I do owe her my own sweat, tears and blood.

Should I? Is it true that I owe her all of that? Is it true that I have to give all of that back to her one day? Do I have to sacrifice myself too? ”

—a quiet thought that I had to write down.

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Five.

Esther meets Johanna Constantine one cool autumn night.

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Where new things are learned... And where Esther dies and relives a second time.

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People, I am an oneironaut.

I just woke up of my nap and I remember a little of my dream, yet I precisely remember that I could pause it, play it back, play it forward. I could control my own dream.

I remember one thing: I saw a man. Tall, with raven hair and all dressed in black. I dont remember his face, but I remember that I knew he was angry for something.

Should I sleep again or I am in danger?

Happy May 4, people! May the Force be with all of you!