"Alas, the stars took them home"
This time, I fell to the ground. The weight was heavier and the pain was sharper. I gasp for air. Or maybe, his help.
Though, he was just standing there.
I felt a rivulet of tears damp my cheeks when I realized he wasn't helping me.
Why? Doesn't he love me?
My thoughts were scattered, the world gets blurrier, and the only clear thing was the stars. The sparkle. The brightness. The luminosity. It was still there. Clearer than ever.
As seconds pass by and the tears roll down, the shining of the stars got brighter and his arms began to reach out to me. Of course, I grabbed it.
The pain was gone.
Stars came down and lifted our feet. He hugged me tight and tucked a loose hair strand behind my ear.
"I'm sorry" said the boy who puts the stars in the sky. "Let me take us home, darling"
And he did.
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?"
