Universe

★Starship★

He was sitting on the roof, stargazing mindlessly. His legs were moving slowly over the city. If he lowered his eyes he could see the street lights, shining the same way as the stars. But the gaz balls were much more interesting. He wondered if someday he would be one of them, watching the Earth from far away, far from the preversity of the human nature. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, overthinking again. It was exhausting, he was exhausted. He stretched his arms and as he had no hold on the roof, he felt a pair of hands pushing his back. Everything happened so quickly. He fell over the edge of the roof. His fall seemed to last forever but barely a second at the same time. And then he landed. And his existence stopped.

The next morning, his death was in the headlines of all the news. While everyone was horrified and thought of the possibility of a suicide, someone was smirking. No one would ever suspect them. Ever. Everything was perfect. They were relieved. They put their headphones on, moving their hands to the beat in an approximate danse. Their smile faded after a few musics. It was this one. Theirs. They remembered how they were lying on his bed, watching the ceiling of his room illuminated by the little plastic stars and planets that his parents glued to reassure him when his was a child and was afraid of darkness. He liked space and by the time the stars were glued, his dearest dream was to become an astronaut.
As the first notes of the song came to their ears, they started to shiver. They were suddenly so cold. Their eyes went wet as the memories invaded their head. Their heart hurt. They stopped the music and watched their phonecase. It was all black except for a little rocket at the bottom of it.

Oh lord.

Why? Why did they do that? What the fuck happened?! They killed their friend! How!?
It was nonsense.
Nonsense.
Impossible.
He was not gone was he?

They could clearly remember the texture of the sweater he was wearing that evening. How he seemed calm and relaxed. How he felt. The horrified look on his face. The confusion in his eyes when he saw their face. The single tear that fell off his eye.

He was their best friend! He had done nothing wrong! Then why!?

Their hands found their head, pulling their hair.

It's not me. It can't. It's not real.

Their breath fastened. Too much words in their head. They felt like they were trapped in a box full of water. Too narrow and with no air inside of it. Their anxiety was so intense that everything stopped. All of a sudden, the voices were gone. The walls of the box too. As well as the water. They knew. They had to go. Now.

They stood up so quick that their head started to hurt. A hand on their forehead, they staggered to reach the door. And they were gone.

They knew it was a mistake, probably the worst they would ever do. But it would be the last one.

It would be the last one.