"She created wonderland
for her world is just a wasteland"
My edges are open and the stars are awake. A smile appeared on my face upon thinking of him. I closed my eyes, trying to feel the piercing moonlight against my skin and the sharp pain on my veins.
But in the end, I think of him;
How he puts the stars in the sky,
how he puts the love in my eyes,
how he gives me happiness,
and how he kills my sadness.
There was a weight beside me and I opened my eyes.
It was him.
With the same eyes and smile I fell in love with
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Who Puts the Stars in the Sky
Short Story"You are the stars in my eyes and the blood in my veins, the roar of the thunder and the calm of the rain. But how could I forget you painted the stars into the sky?"
