Page 96 of Written in the Stars
“No,” Elle admitted. Not in the literal sense. “It’s the zodiac signs as breakup songs.”
Maybe heartbreak was screwing with her focus. But only a little.
Understanding passed over Margot’s face as she tilted her head and lifted a finger in the air. “Hence the music.”
Other way around. Bless Spotify. The playlistI Should Bea Sad Bitchhad pulled double duty, letting Elle sit in her feels while providing inspiration. Multitasking at its most depressing.
“Give it back.” Margot snatched the paper and brought it closer to her face, squinting. “This is good. Except...Elle.”
What Breakup Song Should You Listen to Based on Your Zodiac Sign?
Aries—“Survivor” by Destiny’s Child
Taurus—“No Scrubs” by TLC
Gemini—“We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” by Taylor Swift
Cancer—“Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis
Leo—“Irreplaceable” by Beyoncé
Virgo—“Happier” by Marshmello
Libra—“Thank U, Next” by Ariana Grande
Scorpio—“Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood
Sagittarius—“Truth Hurts” by Lizzo
Capricorn—“I Am a Rock” by Simon and Garfunkel
Aquarius—“I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor
Pisces—“Total Eclipse of the Heart” by Bonnie Tyler
Elle snagged the pint of Half Baked off the coffee table and shoved another bite in her mouth, studiously ignoring Margot’s exasperated stare.
“‘I Am a Rock’?” Margot demanded. “Elizabeth Marie.”
“What?” Elle sighed around her spoon. “It’s fitting. It’s— Darcy’s a Capricorn.”
And clearly, she was a rock, an island who had no need for feelings. At least not any feelings that had anything to do with Elle.
Elle stabbed at her ice cream. Maybe it wasn’t Darcy. Maybe it was her. Ellewasthe common denominator in her love life or lack thereof, after all.
“Here.” Margot grabbed a pen and crossed out the song, scribbling something neatly in its place.
Elle licked her spoon, then shoved it back in the pint before setting it on the coffee table. She wasn’t hungry. “What did you put?”
With a nonchalance Elle couldn’t muster if she tried, Margot tossed the pen and paper on the table. “‘Too Good at Goodbyes’ by Sam Smith.”
The back of Elle’s eyelids burned, her vision blurring with tears. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t. She was going to keep staring at the coffee table until she became dehydrated and her body reabsorbed her tears. They wouldn’t fall. They wouldn’t. She wasn’t—
A hot tear slid down her face, trailing sideways on the curve of her cheek and catching on the side of her nostril, salt burning her chapped skin. Damn it.
“Elle.” Margot grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her across the couch until Elle was halfway lying in Margot’s lap. She petted the back of Elle’s head and that did it.
Composure completely kaput, Elle buried her nose in Margot’s stomach and clenched her eyes shut. Fat, slippery tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, making her face wet and sticky, her nose beginning to run. She gasped in a brokenbreath and clenched her fingers in Margot’s sweater. “What’swrongwith me?”
