No one can rewrite the stars

How can you say you'll be mine?

Everything keeps us apart

And I'm not the one you were meant to find

It's not up to you

It's not up to me

When everyone tells us what we can be

How can we rewrite the stars?

Say that the world can be ours

Tonight

All I want is to fly with you

All I want is to fall with you

So just give me all of you

it feels impossible

is it impossible?

say that is possible

how do we rewrite the stars?

say you were made to be mine?

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Both the boys are traumatized now. They will be miles away from each other, from comfort. It seemed too evil to be happening, too vile to be true. Everything seems like a story, maybe a dream. Maybe they'll wake up? Maybe whoever is dictating their lives right now will just; stop?

Brett held Eddy close as slowly he too, started crying. "It's okay, we will be alright." Brett tried to reassure both of them. "What will you be then?" Brett managed to ask, "Doctor." Eddy slowly spoke up.

They both had calmed down a bit now. They pulled out of the hug and wiped their remaining tears. "I promise I'll call you and text you whenever I get time." Eddy nodded. "Thanks," He closed his eyes and all the memories of the past few weeks came back. His fights with his mother, scolding from his father. The taunts, the scoldings, the long talks, the arguments, everything flashed front of his eyes. Him crying, pleaded, his sister intervening, his sister getting scolded, each and every detail of the sleepless nights. His crippling anxiety and self-doubt. "Thanks, thanks for understanding." Eddy croaked. Brett smiled, "Of course."

Eddy and Brett separated their ways and returned home though neither wanted to.

"I promise I'll call you and text you whenever I get time."