The Dreamer And Her Starry-Eyed Dream (1).

This story follows the life of a girl just enough for this world. A life almost as mundane as every other person around her; almost. Let us begin.

There was once a young girl, living in a world way beyond the imagination of those around her. Her mind could transform the most ordinary of situations into an adventure she’d embark on, or maybe a pirate ship she had to fight against, or a damsel in distress she’d wish to save. Her mind was an enigma so beautiful; it had a life of its own, one that fed her, otherwise, not so colorful life.

She loved the rain; the sound, the wind, the earthen scent would refresh her very soul. One such day, with clouds painted with the most perfect shade of charcoal, a soul just as free, but just a bit more lost, found her on a road that led nowhere particularly, but they weren’t scared, because they loved coming up with their own destinations, never to be experienced by others.

He had all the time in this world, but she was bound by the finite forces of time and space. However, this wasn’t enough to stop her from making a life for them where she’d only see him, and his eyes would always seek her. Where she’d wait long hours, sitting on their rust couch, the second most comfortable thing after his embrace, for him, and how his eyes would shine just as bright as stars to find her right there every day.

Alas, there was only so much borrowed time they could have. He could very clearly see the signs of time show themselves in her slowed movements, in the wrinkles around her eyes, in her white hair. His dreamer kept getting even more beautiful than the day he first saw her, but he knew it was a beauty he could no longer enjoy. He might be strong, but he wasn’t strong enough to watch his dreamer fight a lost battle against forces he was immune to.

The next day, as they watched the raindrops make their way down the window, he told her he’d be gone for a while, but that he’d come back very soon; unaware that his dreamer might not be that sharp anymore, but the stars in his eyes could never hide anything from her, and they’d never looked so dark, as if someone had sucked the light right out of them. He put his head on her shoulder, fighting back the tears his eyes wanted to spill, in that moment he heard his love say the single most painful thing he had ever heard her say in this life of hers, “Our stars seem to be falling love.” He looked up from her shoulder and every second he spent with the brightest star of his life flashed before his eyes; and in that moment, with her warmth surrounding him, he departed from a body he had just taken residence in so that he could live this life like his dreamer had wished for.