Astar, my imaginary love

Our first and last encounter

This story is taken back to the 1680s
I was just a young child when I first laid eyes upon a boy named "Astar". He is what you would call an "imaginary friend". He was not my only friend, but he was the only one I loved more than even myself.

He was my source of happiness, one could say. The only man I ever truly loved, even to this day I still find myself falling for him. But no matter how much I love him, he is not real.
He was there when I desperately needed someone even if he was just an imaginary thought.

At the time I was 6 when we had our first encounter.
I was out in my family's personal garden at night, and he was one of the sons of the gardener.

He was very kind to me and treated me like royalty because I was one, if he didn't he would have died.
Nonetheless that one hour we spent together was absolutely perfect.
He gave me a childhood memory to look back on, one I chose to ignore all because of the outcome he had to face alone.

In a game of tag we have chosen to play I nearly fell but he caught me just in time, he took the fall upon himself.
He got badly hurt, how could such a little fall set so much damage I thought
But I soon realized there was a small thorn bush full of roses, I couldn't see it due to the lack of light.

He was badly hurt so I ran to his aid, I should have never done that.
I hugged him and began to cry yelling "help! I need help!" and my broken voice failed to scream "he's hurt"
The guards and servants ran to us, I was covered in his blood and screamed the words "I need help"

They assumed I was the only one in pain.
They took me to safety and treated my non-existent wounds.
The next day, the servants woke me up and dressed me, afterwards They led me outside to a disturbing sight.

His detached head was laid on the floor in front of me.

The first friend I have ever made died due to my stupidity. The life of a young and innocent boy I took was unforgivable. After that encounter with his lifeless head, I went to sleep, hours passed by and it was finally dark out. I sneaked out to the garden to apologize to his ghost if they so existed.

And instead, I made up all the things we could have done, I basically made fake memories with no one.

I started to cry, how pitiful I was.
That's when my thoughts began to mess with my head and created Astar, my imaginary love.
His appearance and personality were exactly like the boy I met and killed.
He probably was his ghost, but there's no way his ghost would forgive what I had done.
I'm sure that boy wants nothing to do with me in the afterlife.