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Hi guys! I'm anxious and excited to share this with you all. This story, Under the Stars, was written over two years ago, during a rather trying time in my life. I often use writing as a release, so the theme of my works often coincide with my internal feelings. While this story was written at the same time as Played for a Fool, that story was plotted and took eleven months to complete. This one, on the other hand, was written in a single day. Yep, 2018 New Years Days was no bueno for me, so I wrote this.
Anyhow, that's not important. This whole little "Preface" is for me to explain what you are about to get yourself into. Let's begin.
As you probably read in the story description, this is a Kaider fic (I mean, duh, I wrote it) that takes place six months after Stars Above. It's told through the form of poetry (if that's what you want to call it). I know. Who actually does that? A weird emo child, that's who.
I also mentioned that this was written in 2018, and as some of you (I guess it depends on when you read this) know, it's 2020. That's quite some time to have a weird fic sitting on your Wattpad. I know that. I honestly wasn't ever planning on publishing, but I decided (after a little nudge), why the heck not? It's not like it will do me any harm.
So, here we are today, with me finally publishing this whacko fic. You're most welcome.
Before we begin, let me just clear a few things up. Since originally writing this story two years ago, I have fixed some grammatical errors, though I have kept the plot entirely the same. While I did fix some of my past mistakes, there are still many for artistic reasons, so if it's incorrect, I know— I intended it to be that way. I also debated changing the ending (it's quite dark) but decided that I wanted to keep the integrity of my original work. So, let me warn you now: there are definitely triggers. If you can't handle that, then don't read. I won't be offended at all! This story is not happy. (Do I ever write happy?) It has a lot to do with me, coping with my own grief. I had a lot going on, and well, I projected in a whacko way. That's that.
Alright, so now we're ready to begin! For you insane fools that decide to actually read this, let me just formally apologize now. Sorry. Okay, now I feel good about this. Let's go!
(One last thing: if you want to get the full experience of this, listen to the song "Cancer" by MCR. I am not kidding when I say that the entirety of this story was written while I listened to that song. So, I don't know— maybe listen to it.)