Where the stars meet

☆ Feeling ☆

Feeling(noun/verb)

an emotional state or reaction.

"a feeling of joy"

Zephyr made his way out of the class, not paying attention to the constant ringing of voices in his ears.

Everyone seemed so happy and jovial, even after he told them what happened to Celeste. It didn't bother them as much as it did him.

As he walked his way home, he skipped his steps on the pebbled road, just like he used to as a kid when he went on walks with his dog.

Things were simpler back then, a part of him longed to feel that way again, he'd sell his own bones just to relive each of those seconds, just once more.

He opened the door to his house, stepping in, announcing his arrival. His mother greeted him and asked him to take a bath. "I bought those marshmallows again, give them to Celeste," she said, knowing that Zephyr's visits had became a daily routine.

"Alright."

Zephyr walked into the shower, letting the water drizzle down his chest. He leaned back against the wall, shutting his eyes. The sound of the running water echoed through the room as Zephyr tried to forget about everything.

For the most part, that is.

Soon, without any realization Zephyr came to learn that he's been in there for almost an hour. He stepped out, vigorously wiping his hair, when his eyes fell upon the stuffed animal. He flipped it over and read out the tag "=best friends".

Something just did not sit right with him, was it the label? Or was it something he's yet to understand?

"Are you okay honey?" Zephyr's mother's voice spoke, as she peeked through the corner of the door.

"Yeah it's just that-" Zephyr began "it feels weird.."

Zephyr's mother's eyebrows scrunched up "What feels weird?" she inquired.

"I don't know, something doesn't sit right with me every time I think of Celeste, it feels like something is missing." he managed to stutter through his mumbles.

She smiled, "Time will show.." she paused, "I'll leave it upto you." she said walking away.

Zephyr sighed. His mind felt as if someone was running a hurricane in it. He opened his phone, going through old texts from Celeste, waiting for his mother to call him for lunch.

There's a lot going on, but he'll make it through, just like every other time.

Around 4 in the afternoon Zephyr left for the hospital, like every day he crossed the four way, passing the park.

Almost all of the nurses and doctors had seen him at least once now. He made his way into room 613 greeting Celeste.

Celeste shifted to the corner of the bed, making a place for the raven haired boy. Zephyr handed him the packet of marshmallows watching his face slowly stretch into a smile as he tore open the pack, popping one into his mouth.

Zephyr could not deny that unexplainable feeling. He felt it in his bones, he didn't tell Celeste about it though. He didn't want to make him worry. He's been feeling it for a while now.

What does one call this feeling anyway?

Instead, Zephyr told him about school, Celeste nodded along to every little detail, chewing on the marshmallows.

He had grown a lot skinnier and paler, the nurses said he still can't walk that well, but neither of the boys brought that up.

There had been at least four surgeries, resulting in nothing fruitful.

Celeste wanted to go back home, even if he didn't feel at home in his house, he wanted to leave.

Zephyr leaned back, "We learned about stars in science class today, apparently stars don't live forever."

The following minutes were filled with dead silence. Neither of them spoke. "Well at least we get to see them while they're alive," Celeste smiled.

"Certainly." Zephyr replied.