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Though Elani was warm and charming, she was awfully hardheaded and often did not take no for an answer. Which is exactly what brought them here, Elani so insistent she could teach her friend how to properly throw clay and create something beautiful, though her friend thought otherwise.

After multiple collapsing vases, clay being thrown clear off the wheel, there was finally an end product. It was... Well, the woman was unclear on what it was, to be frank. "It's definitely interesting," she mused. "See? I told you that you could do it!" Though Elani was still unclear what it was, she counted it as a finished product.

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The apartment was silent, save for his heavy breathing. A heaviness weighed him down in ways that made him forget what it was like to be light. Despite his twin sister’s endless attempts to keep him company, he shooed her away along with their older brother. That’s all who checked on him these days - family. He supposed he was grateful for that, though it wasn’t lost on him that the man had burned through every single one of his friendships. 

Some days were easier than others, but today he was gutted and feeling sorry for himself. Too stubborn to use a wheel chair, too depressed to follow through with his physical therapy, he hobbled around on crutches when he bothered to get up. Between feeling antsy from the lack of booze and not being able to move much due to the multiple surgeries healing on his leg, he was crawling out of his skin. In fact, when feeling particularly angry at the world, he threw his phone across the room and watched it slide under the couch. An impossible place for him to reach. 

It was pathetic how swinging a crutch around under the couch and bending as best as he could felt as draining as working out all day. He had just given up, head tossed back to stare at the ceiling, whenever he heard the knock. It took him a moment to get himself up and even longer to cross the way to the front door. His neighbor stood before him, and though her presence was surprising, he wasn’t all that surprised that word got out. Nosey neighbors and his blabbermouth of a sister probably had these halls all too familiar with his situation. Luke was in no mood for company, nor would he make good company, but the man felt a little desperate. “O, yeah. Hi,” he greeted and attempted to smile, though it looked more like a wince. He swayed with his crutches. “You don’t have to do all this.” He motioned to the care package and then rubbed his lips together. This was the hard part - asking for help. “But, actually, could you uh… help me grab something? I dropped my phone and can’t get to it.”

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Ofreyja didn't know Luke all that well. They'd seen each other in the hallway more than a few times over the years. Their minimal neighborly conversations had been friendly to say the least. Mostly late and alcohol driven, but friendly enough. She couldn't say one way or another though how she really felt about him. He was just one of her neighbors.

When she'd heard through the grapevine that he was going through a bit of a rough patch because of an 'illness' - not to mention the horrible car accident he'd gotten into the night he landed in the hospital (the gossip among the other residents was varied, but colorful over the correlation between the two) - she knew she wanted to at least try and help him feel better. Good or bad, his unit was close to hers which meant they were neighbors; and neighbors helped neighbors.

She stood outside his door with a care package full of all the things that always made her feel when she was down, out, or otherwise and knocked. She fussed gently with the items as she waited for him to answer the door. "Hi. O. From down the hall," she introduced of herself with a small raise of her free hand once he appeared. "I, um, heard you've been under the weather and thought I might offer you an olive branch or whatever," she explained of her presence, gently wiggly the box of goodies. "Careif I bring it in for you?"

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The smell of rain still clung to the air, mixed now with the sharp scent of damp paper. Marley crouched among the scattered books spread across the wooden floor, sleeves rolled up and hair falling loose from her braid. The storm last night had shoved its way through the old windows, leaving half the front of the store soggy and in disarray. She let out a frustrated sigh, holding up a dripping paperback with a defeated shake of her head.

“Guess this one’s destined for the recycling bin…” she muttered to herself, setting it aside with the growing pile of casualties.

She glanced toward the door, where the bell chimed far too cheerily for her mood. “Unless you came here for a swim,” Marley said, standing with a damp book still in her hand, “I’m afraid the store’s temporarily doubling as an indoor pond."

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ELANI KHAN: bio + stats

LINKS

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traits: sophisticated, curious, stubborn, artistic, visionary, blunt, pretentious, reformer, hard-headed, collected, guarded, romantic, righteous, vain, kind, cultural

aesthetic: broken statues, golden sunsets, cold white wine, painted fingers, history books, stamped passport, curly hair, lost adventure, museums, dusty hiking boots, first fallen snow, desert days, melted candles, forgotten art

BIO

(tw: death)

Young Elani’s upbringing was anything but ordinary. Raised by parents whose passions for travel, knowledge, and culture led them across the globe, she lived in a multitude of places. Her mother, a distinguished art historian, and her father, a renowned archaeologist, exposed her to the world’s wonders. Though she spent significant time in Egypt, Italy, Ireland, and beyond, her heart remained with the town she called home - Twentynine Palms, California. Nestled beside the Joshua Tree National Park, the landscape sparked her love for nature and exploration. From a young age, she reveled in rock climbing and spelunking, while her father tirelessly imparted his vast knowledge of the world, teaching her the stories behind even the smallest stone beneath her feet. It was this rich blend of adventure and learning that made her a unique and curious child - optimistic despite her differences.

With a childhood so revolved around appreciating the world around her, it only made sense for Elani to follow her father’s footsteps and study archaeology and linguistics. Ready for this new adventure in life, Elani began to immerse herself into the person she was truly meant to be – bright, bold, and daring. 

As a freshman eager to learn, Elani never expected that correcting an older professor in the middle of class would be the moment she met her first love. While most of the class seemed irritated by the interruption, one person looked at her as though she were the very answer to his future. Liam’s gaze was intense, as if, in that instant, he saw the rest of his life unfold. The two quickly fell deeply in love, often feeling as though their minds were perfectly in sync. He was a man driven by the desire to change, to explore, and to make a difference in the world. His heart was vast, a depth of compassion that Elani could scarcely fathom - and perhaps that was why she loved him so completely. His empathy and kindness were qualities she admired with all her being. By the end of their second year of college, they made a shared decision to embark on a study abroad program for archaeology, eager to explore the world together.

Elani and Liam spent their remaining college years exploring caves, tombs, and breathtaking landscapes in places she had once visited as a child. For a time, Elani believed she had found her soulmate, just as her parents had found each other. With Liam, she could easily imagine a life spent traveling, studying, and discovering the world together. But, as with many stories, theirs didn’t unfold quite like the fairytale she had dreamed of as a child. After returning to the States for their final semester, Elani decided to take Liam to her hometown for a weekend visit. As they wandered through the familiar streets, they began to discuss their plans for life after graduation. Liam suggested they move in together in the town she had always loved. For a brief moment, everything seemed to fall into place for Elani - or at least, that’s how it felt at the time.

The day before they were set to return to school, Elani decided to take Liam on a journey to the canyons where she had grown up. She wanted to share the beauty and the rugged terrain of the place that had shaped so much of her childhood. The two of them embarked on a rock climbing adventure, scaling the towering cliffs and taking in the breathtaking views that stretched for miles. It had been years since Elani had last explored these familiar paths, and now, older and far more experienced, she pushed herself further than before, testing the limits of her skill and strength.

Liam, eager to keep pace with her, followed closely behind as they reached dizzying heights, the wind whipping through the air. But as they neared the summit, disaster struck. A misstep, quick as a heartbeat, sent Liam’s climbing rope snapping with a sharp crack, and in an instant, Liam lost his footing. Time seemed to freeze as she watched him tumble helplessly toward the jagged rocks below. Her scream of horror and disbelief echoed through the canyon, a sound swallowed by the vast emptiness around them.

After Liam’s death, it felt as though a light within Elani had been snuffed out. Her home, once a place of comfort, no longer felt like home. Despite being on the brink of graduation, she took a break from school, unable to shake the weight of guilt and grief. Her parents encouraged her to stay the course, but the loss of Liam left her adrift. As the months passed, she eventually returned to finish her degree, though she no longer felt the same pull toward the future she had once envisioned. Rather than pursuing a career in archaeology or travel, she chose to enroll in a master’s program in Anthropology in Chicago. The hands-on work that had once inspired her no longer called to her, so she turned to the next best thing that suited her interests - curating at museums. In this new chapter, Elani found solace in art, a gift passed down from her mother. While the spirit of adventure still lingered within her, she often turned away from it, immersing herself in painting and sculpting. It was the only way she could express herself during such a turbulent time in her life.

Now nearing her thirties, she’s in the middle of gaining her PHD in anthropology while working as an assistant curator at the Institute of Study of Ancient Cultures Museum. The world isn’t as beautiful as it was once, but her heart still swells in her chest at the sight of it. Liam’s compassion still lingered with her throughout all these years – she was a different woman because of him. Although she doesn’t grieve like she once did, she still lives day to day invested in her art and studies. The adventure is still alive deep within, the stories will one day continue, but for now… she simply craves peace.

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hi hi !! i'm wanting to write some of my girls !! and also any f/f content i can get !! like this for a starter and bonus points and many kisses go to you if you tell me your preferred muse !!

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Ah, Diana. That’s right.

Though Luke felt some sense of familiarity with the name, he didn’t have it in his heart to tell her he hadn’t recognized it when it had been called. But that wasn’t inherently due to the nature of his drunken sleazy nights. His head was typically full with one too many loud thoughts when he was at these meetings. He barely heard his own name. “Diana, yeah. You're not wrong, again ,” he nodded and then looked at her curiously. He liked the way she spoke to him - it was unlike any other in his life. No ounce of pity, modesty, or fucks to give. It was a nice break from the particularly heavy and dreadful year. 

His lips began to curl into an amused smile and it was then Luke realized he was not quite done talking to Diana. Typically, running into an old flame of any kind had him running for the hills. But she wasn’t very typical. “No, actually,” he replied, leaning against the counter beside them with a sly smile, “I have nothing on my plate today.” Setting the cup of bitter coffee down, he nodded towards the sad substance. “How about you ditch your shit and go get some real coffee with me instead?” Though, by the look at her coffee's additions, she probably cared less.

"DIANA CALLAHAN," her words spat out quick and short, more eager to give her coffee the fixin's as she scoped out the cream and sugar. "Sorry for what, exactly?" She adds, her eyes flicker to him for a moment before she's back on her coffee, pouring creamer like some mad scientist crafting the formula for an atom bomb. Not too much, but not too little. She had a sweet tooth that could kill, and her coffee was no different. Buddy the Elf would be proud. "It's not like we made a blood pact to remember each other after a rendezvous." Diana didn't care either. She wasn't suddenly in love just because she got dicked down between a state of drunk and drunkard. Life went on, and for her, it went on and on and on, right up until it hit rock bottom. Forgetting her name? That was the least of her worries. "What I will say, though—" she starts, taking her nearly white coffee and sipping it carefully, she hums to herself, and smacks her lips to savor the taste, returning her attention to him, “While our last meeting was under wild circumstances...Your memory is pure shit.” A flash of dry amusement played in her eyes. “Not only did they call my name for this badge, but even I remember hearing yours, Luke. I even clapped my hands for you.” Granted, she had been daydreaming, clapping because everyone else did. But that was besides the point.

"Anyway. One year sober. I’d congratulate you, but the real achievement is in the double digits. If I’m not somewhere croaked in a ditch by that time, I’ll make you the luckiest man alive." Her brows rose, lips curling as she tried to hold back a laugh at her own half-assed incentive. She shrugged her shoulders and rocked slightly, glancing around, mostly toward the exit. "Well, I think this is where we’ll part. I’ve got shit to do, and I’m sure you do too."

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A slight scoff involuntarily escaped her. "Would you? Maybe molehills, but mountains sounds ambitious... I'm the one who moved mountains for you, Stevie. Don't start."

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STEPHANIE “STEVIE” BARTON. (freshly out) lesbian. she/her. 30s. recently divorced mother to a toddler. event planner.

"I would move mountains for you, but would you do the same for me?"

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A million memories flooded her mind and felt brighter than the paint splattered on the ground. It would be a lie to say she hadn't thought of him, especially since returning to town. In fact, she had already thought of him twice that day when going through old dusty knickknacks and keepsakes in her childhood bedroom, finding things that were once given to her by him. She had always been rather sentimental growing up, even keeping things like ticket stubs and a small seashell that looked just like any other seashell.

Seeing him, thinking of him, her gut felt like it was twisted with both dread and delight. As he went inside, she cursed under her breath repeatedly while doing what she could to look at least a little presentable. There was a moment where she considered running, something she wished she wasn't so good at doing. But her feet stood firm, because maybe they knew she was exactly where she needed to be. paint and all.

She smiled at him and let out a soft snort at his comment. "That's one way to look at it," she mumbled and felt her cheeks grow warm as the small familiar closeness he shared when ridding her of the paint on her skin. "Guess some things don’t change, huh? Me making a mess and you cleaning it up.” A warm smile spread across her lips as she fully met his gaze and took in the sight of him. A little older, just like herself, but so much of the boy she once knew stood before her. "Hi, Lawson. I'd give you a hug but then I might make your clothes look like a Jackson Pollock."

henry had never known anything but small town living. circumstances prohibited him from venturing out and leaving the place he'd always called home. first, it had been his sisters illness that had kept him home. then when she passed, it had been his parents grief and ailments that kept him here. he carried a small amount of resentment for the circumstances that life brought his way in recent years, but there was little he could do about it. he did his best not to take it out on anyone and keep those thoughts to himself. but on some days, when he saw friends on facebook who had moved away, or were traveling, henry let himself linger on it a little longer.

pulling into the parking lot of the hardware store, set to begin work on a window that had busted in a recent storm, henry sighed and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. he had recently taken to staying up until odd hours grading paperwork from his students. he couldn't justify spending the time during the day when he was off from work because he liked to visit with his mother and father during those hours. not bothering to lock his truck when he left it, knowing no one would mess with it, he strolled through the parking lot with his shoulders a little stiff. he spotted her first, and it felt like the world slowed when their eyes met. a jolt shot through him at the first glance of her in years, and he stopped a few paces away. the mess was unmistakable and henry arched a single eyebrow in response to her joke, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself. "i'll get you some paper towels," he nodded towards the hardware store and crept passed her.

inside, it took him no time at all to find some heavy duty paper towels that he quickly paid for. he lingered a bit, taking a few calming breaths, before he squared his shoulders and went back outside. "still bringing color with you wherever you go, i see." henry commented idly, a wry grin on his face. he knew that he looked tired, slightly worn down maybe, and it made him the slightest bit self conscious in the face of her brightness. he unwrapped the paper towels and used a few to reach up and wipe smudges of paint from her jaw before reaching out to hand her several to wipe her hands. it was second nature to him to reach out and remove the paint from her jawline, but he felt self conscious about it now.

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Relief. It was relief he strangely felt instead of being mortified. He released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. It should've been awkward, but in the same vein, it wasn't at all. They were in the same boat - something he was incredibly unused to. Everyone in his life danced around him like he could shatter into a million pieces at any given time. He felt like a landmine around everyone he loved, and she managed to jump right into the danger zone without even flinching.

There was no point in avoiding the unavoidable.

"You're not wrong," he snickered before tapping his cup against her own. Luke took a quick swig of his coffee before the real shame kicked in. No, not the shame of being noticed at an AA meeting... the shame of completely forgetting her name. Typical Luke.

His eyes narrowed a bit as he tried to remember, but their night was filled with too much liquor and not very much talking at all. "Fuck, I'm sorry, what's your name again?"

THREE FUCKING MONTHS. One stupid chip, and yet she still felt like shit. Stable shit. Less of an asshole, yet more self-critical than she had been. She wasn’t supposed to be here, in this room, with these people. Diana was supposed to carve her own path, and yet somehow she was reliving one hell of a dissociating ride through covert incest and bad coping mechanisms. She rubbed her forearms and rocked her leg, the charms on her white Crocs jingling and rattling through the entire meeting. She went without noticing the other, without noticing her own congratulations. Too self-absorbed with herself to react. At least, until she looked. Really looked. And saw him. One year, congratulated by attendants inside their crusty little AA building with harsh yellow lighting that made her squint like she had a problem. She told herself the coffee could wait. Hell, she was already antsy, and the caffeine was sure to only make her shake, rattle, and roll even more.

And while she tried to beat him there before he did, she rolled her eyes and suffered the awkward consequences of doing shit she shouldn’t have been with said stranger, turned AA fuck-up. “Well, hey there.” Fuck. She motioned with a flimsy twirl of her hand as she pushed her cup closer to the coffee pot. “Please, this building screams I carry alcoholics.” She shrugged, drumming her fingers against her blue jeans. “Besides, we’ve drunk the devil’s juice and fornicated. There’s no way in hell we wouldn’t meet like this.” She forced a wide smile and bumped her cup into his. “Cheers.”

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@oldastime | based on this

Nora’s heart was racing and she didn’t know why. Or maybe, she did know, but she didn’t want to think about it. Holding up an obnoxious sign with her friend’s name written largely and proudly on it, she clung onto it tightly until she finally spotted them across the way. A bright smile found her lips, despite that beating in her chest, and she waved the sign around to get their attention. Of course, it wasn’t hard to grab their attention. Between her ridiculously colorful outfit and this bedazzled sign, she was sure the whole damn airport could see her. “Well hi there, old stranger. Welcome to Palm Springs,” she greeted them as they got closer.

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Connor had lost count of how many bones he’d broken in his lifetime. From being a little shit on wheels as a kid, to clocking endless hours on a skateboard, to biking through a city that hated cyclists -accidents were kind of his brand.

The pain was familiar. The humiliation, though? That burned hotter than the break itself. Because this wasn’t some reckless stunt gone wrong. No, it was much worse.

He fell in the shower. Was he completely geriatric?

Connor emerged from the back sporting a fresh purple cast on his left arm. His hair was still damp from the shower, and his brooding expression was still ever present as he approached Elliot. God, she was going to hold this against him forever.

He elbowed her gently with his good arm and shook his head at her. "Shut it," he mumbled while attempting to stifle his smile. "No, not my beneficiary... but maybe I'll give you first dibs on signing my cast."

One mundane starter ft. a doctor's office, a tired Elliot, and driveless Connor @waveofstars

JUST ONE MORE TEAR TO CRY, ONE TEARDROP FROM MY EYE...Half awake and lulled by Djo in a partially filled, criminally antisocial waiting room, Elliot sprawled across two chairs, selfishly and entirely unbothered. She’d been there for what felt like hours (though technically, aren’t all doctor's visits?), She hummed silently to herself, every so often lazily checking her buzzing phone for a meme-off with Willa. She'd quickly cover her mouth, spitting out noises between the opening of her fingers, and carrying that giddy energy, soon becoming more awake than before, her thumbs flying across her screen.

When the office door finally swung open, after another ten minutes had crawled by, her head jerked up. She hung there for a second, mouth slack and desperate, like some kind of fish out of water, waiting in anticipation. And then, at last, it was the man she had been hoping for. She hopped up too fast, nearly tripping over her own feet, looking much shorter without her usual chunky shoes as she hurried toward him.

“What was he doing to you in there? Pressing and probing your backside?” she smirked, a mischievous, gremlin-like chuckle bubbling out of her. Elliot always thought she was funnier than anyone else did. “Anyway, how was it? Should I go ahead and put myself down as your beneficiary?”

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𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓: m, f, nb, 28+𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙:  chey & your muse hooked up while your muse was on a break with their girlfriend. minutes before their band’s performance, your muse let chey know that they and their girlfriend are getting back together 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: bandmate - info on band here !!

The show must go on. Being on that stage with them was the last thing she wanted to do that night. Though pretending like everything was perfectly fine was a skill she mastered in, this was one time she did not want to pretend. Things were not perfectly fine. She gave a low energy performance, one she’d surely regret later in the wee hours of night, but her heart wasn’t in it. 

Sitting at the beach a little further down from the small Fourth of July festival they played at, she dug her toes in the sand and smoked a cigarette. The sound of live music and distant fireworks popping off into the sky mixed with the sound of the ocean, yet she couldn’t mistake the sound of them approaching her. “Does she know?” Chey spat out coldly, eyes focused on the fireworks that illuminated the sky and painted her features in hues of blue and red. “About you and I.”

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𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓: f, 25+ 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: your muse and luke had a one night stand a few nights prior. now they are bumping into each other at an AA meeting. your muse could be there for themselves, to support a friend/family, or a volunteer of some sort! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: previous one night stand

These meetings never seemed to get any easier. He remembered they were once court ordered and now they were through his own volition. He was a year sober, the longest he had been since he was nearly twenty years old. It was an achievement worth celebrating, but even the man who once loved all the attention in the world didn’t want anyone to see him accept that one year token. It was an achievement he didn’t feel like boasting about, mostly because one year felt like nothing in the grand scheme of things. After the meeting concluded, everyone lingered to grab complimentary coffees and breakfast. A few strangers gave Luke a congratulatory pat on the back and he gave them half smiles in return. As he poured himself a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, he glanced at the person who was next in line. “Here,” he offered to pour their cup, until he noticed who it was. He didn’t know whether to be mortified or relieved to see a familiar face. After taking a beat, het let out a forced chuckle. “Not too much anonymity here at this Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, I guess.” 

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i'm really itching to get back to writing again. so im gonna repost some old open starters i'd like to explore again - pls feel free to reply to them <3

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NORA JANE PAGE : bio + stats.

LINKS

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traits:

brilliant, quirky, mostly positive, stubborn, blunt, know-it-all, idealistic, spontaneous, family-oriented, affectionate, analytical, optimistic, high energy, weird, original, manipulative, whimsical, resilient

aesthetic:

starry nights, bold colors, endless doodles, dolly parton enthusiast, fairytales, oversized glasses, space oddity, pink everything, rocket launches, head in the clouds, sharp tongue, rose tinted glass, boldly blunt, unapologetic, glitter, florida seashells, stars on everything, trinket lover, curious soul, avoiding doctor appointments, full of love, perpetual nerd, living for the hope of it all

BIO:

(tw: cancer)

Nora Jane Page was born under a wide Florida sky, where rockets sometimes lit the horizon and the Milky Way hung heavy over the ocean. With a NASA astrophysicist for a father and a children’s book illustrator for a mother, she was destined to live with one foot in logic and the other in imagination. From the moment she could form words, she wanted to know what lay beyond the clouds, what stitched the stars together, what it meant to exist in a universe so endlessly vast.

Her childhood, however, was anything but simple. At eight years old, Nora was diagnosed with brain cancer. One surgery, countless hospital visits, and many months of chemo later, she was left with a small port scar on her chest, hidden scars across her head, and, for a time, the loss of her speech. The experience set her apart from other children, and the time she spent in isolation made her feel like a stranger among her peers. Pity became the lens through which most people saw her, which only fueled her determination to reinvent herself when she reentered the world.

By her preteen years, Nora had a plan: she would make people love her, not out of sympathy, but by sheer will. She became bold, witty, and oddly magnetic - a girl who could charm a classroom and correct a teacher’s equations in the same breath. When her cancer reappeared in her teens, she endured another surgery and another round of chemo, but this time with the knowledge that survival didn’t mean just living, it meant living beautifully.

Her brilliance never wavered. She devoured books on astrophysics, mapped constellations from her backyard like she was tracing old family trees, and found joy in math problems most people would run from. Finishing high school at the top of her class, she earned her place at Harvard, where she studied astronomy with the same wonder she carried as a child. Now, as a young woman, Nora is working on her doctorate while serving as the director of a planetarium, where she builds programs that make the mysteries of the cosmos accessible to everyone from schoolchildren to stargazers.

Outwardly, Nora is whimsical, upbeat, and endlessly curious. Inwardly, she is a romantic who believes fiercely in love, her faith rooted in the lifelong devotion she witnessed between her parents. She rarely talks about her illness, preferring to let people know her for her light rather than her battles. Still, the scars remain, and so does the quiet fear that her cancer might return. It lingers in the back of her mind, unspoken, a shadow that makes her shine all the brighter.

To those who meet her, Nora seems like a dreamer who belongs among the stars. To those who truly know her, she is more - a survivor, a believer, a woman who lives for the hope of it all.

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VICTORIA PEDRETTI photographed by Mack Breeden

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