Star

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WARNING: DEATH

     Stars. She loved the stars. Every night she would go out and just look. I loved that about her.
     Her eyes reflected the night sky. Her flowing hair matching the inky blanket. Her laughs bringing light into the dark air. 

     She was perfect, so why? Why did she have to leave me? I looked down at her. Bringing her into my arms. 

     "Look at the sky, " she said pointing up weakly, "Whenever you see the stars, remember me."
     A star died that night. A beautiful light left the world. It left the world and lit up the heavens. Her funeral was under the stars. My mood reflected the world around me. 

A silent darkness.


Okay, yet another one about death. I'm sorry. I had a bit of a hard time thinking of something to do with this one. If you liked it please vote and comment. Until the next story, bye! :D

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