"Even though all those stars are light years apart, gravity holds them together. No matter what." ~ Roya Finch (commonly known as Finch) got used to being by himself. A few years after he was diagnosed with persistent depressive disorder (Dysthymia) at nine years old, his mother started leaving with his father on business trips for weeks to months at a time. By fourteen, his sister had left him for college. Now seventeen years old, Finch was used to the quietness of his too big and far too empty house. The only thing Finch has ever let himself depend on were the stars. Over and over again, the stars were there for him, but even they left him when the morning came. But maybe, just maybe, Finch can learn that he isn't alone with the stars after all. (read the tags, please. this story contains topics that some may find triggering) ON HOLD