Short Stories

The Girl Who Fell From The Stars

It was a chilly night when she fell from the stars. She was beautiful, a pure golden aura surrounded her, her long, raven hair piled high on her head in an elegant style, her tan skin shimmered in the moonlight. Her puffy, elegant, white ball gown was spread out, it made her look like a bride.

"Who are you?" My voice echoed, tears fell from her warm brown eyes. The night was quiet for those few moments, the wolves didn't howl, the wind didn't make the wind chimes ring, crickets and the birds were silenced as her sobs echoed around us. I just watched, it lasted a few moments before she noticed me. She spoke in a strange language, I knew almost every language from every era but hers was strange but beautiful Like herself.

More tears spilled when she saw me, she asked a question. I simply nodded, I didn't understand why I would say yes to whatever she had said but it felt like it was right. She stumbled to get to me, her lace gloved hands wrapping around my neck. She buried her face in my chest and cried. I stood there like stone, after a while she arrived at my small cottage-like home.

She slept on the right side of the bed while I slept on the left, my dreams weren't plagued with terrors and my traumas. It was strange, when I awoke a lovely smell wafted in from my kitchen. I walked in to see that the beautiful raven-haired girl I'd seen from the night prior was there making breakfast. We ate and got ready to leave for the village.

As we made our way down to the village, many people stared. I heard whispers of people say she was a demon or an angel, but in my eyes she was a goddess. As we came to the village more often, people asked her for her hand in marriage, she would giggle and deny saying that she had a special person who she loved. She picked up our language quickly but had an accent. At times I would ponder who she was, I asked but she would giggle like bells and waltz around the question.

Although I didn't mind. Some nights she would leave, telling me that her world needed her. Those nights were filled with terrors and tears as my dreams were filled with the horrors of my past, I would pray that she would come back. When I was just about to lose my faith she would return, she would hug me close to her chest and tell me it was alright. At night she would sing me beautiful lullabies in her language, they sounded like bells as she sang me to sleep, lively and beautiful dreams filled my nights.

For years that would happen, until the day she lay in bed on her deathbed. Tears slid down my face as people gave me their condolences, this woman that I loved was there on her deathbed, on the day we had met. I asked a question, my last one to her or to anyone else.

"Who are you?" My voice cracked slightly and tears fell from my eyes. Yet she gave me a kind smile before she answered;

"Aisha Faria, pleasure to meet you yet again my darling, I hope we meet soon."