"He was blue and she was red.
They make lilac,
thus, the sky was painted"
"Shhh..." He said and put both of his hands on my eyes. His fingers were cold but gentle. Slowly, he lifted his fingers away from my eyes.
We were on our usual spot; on the hill, beneath the stars, bodies tangled together. We were no longer in my bedroom.
I looked at him and his beautiful eyes looked back. I felt a sharp pain on my chest and a growing weight in my heart. It was physical pain.
He noticed my shift in breaths and placed a hand on my cheek; gentle. He had moved me closer to me, our nose touching, our lips almost.
"Don't be afraid, darling" he whispered "We'll catch the stars"
"Okay" I whispered back
The pain and weight was gone.
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?"
