𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐧

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There once was a star whom stood alone in the sky. She was what some would consider the brightest star in the sky. But despite being the brightest for her, every day was every night. She only had nights and she never had mornings. Only mourning.

She would spend hours unable to move, listening to the hum of silence. Even if she was the brightest, even if she was surrounded by other stars, they weren't ever as close as they seemed. They were so close yet so far. She soon realized she couldn't hear them. They didn't speak, they did not think, they stood... standing dormant and unchanging. For the times they did change, it would be when their light suddenly went out.

She'd spend hours murmuring things to them, hoping for them to whisper something back... only to hear silence.  But one day... She began to here a distant murmur from a planet not far from her. Not one murmur, but dozens. She listened to them wish, she listened to them cry, she listened to them feel.

They were so different from her, so tiny and always crying for help. She mourned for them, feeling their pain in her very core. She was not like those that murmured to her. She lived longer, she didn't face problems of pain, nor feel discrimination, nor abuse. All she felt was their sadness, their hope, and their happiness.

But the star only mourned more each and every night. She couldn't grant wishes, she could only hear them. A useless star is no star at all. She couldn't grant their wishes. She couldn't be there for them. She could only listen to their pain in distraught, for she herself wanted a wish of her own.

She couldn't see them.
She wished to see them.
She couldn't talk to them.
She wished to talk to them.
She couldn't let them know that despite everything they go through, she was their besides them.
She wished she could tell them that.

She'd hear these murmurs from the little beings from far away, begging for a life. One to nurture, one to love. So much so, they'd offer up their own life to have one. She wished for one as well. But once again... She got silence from those around her and grief from even trying.

It was only when she reached the end of her life, that she finally realized... Not all stars can grant wishes. In fact, have stars even been able to grant wishes at all? She wasn't sure. But did it matter if they could or not? A star is a star. They shouldn't have been obligated to give so much, when no one gave back to them. In her final moments, tears poured from her eyes.

She never felt such a thing before, but felt incredibly warm as the tears slipped from her falling into the universe without a sound. They decorated the sky in light and color as she felt her form slowly fading into nothing, as she was dying, she whispered one thing to herself, letting the universe be the last to hold her wishes. Letting it float there for eternity, known to it and only it. For it would merely be a memory of no one once she left.

"I wish for a child... I wish for them to live the life I couldn't live. I wish for them to hear the pain of other, feel for them, care for them. I wish for others to do the same. I wish they have people around them who listen, I wish for so much... I've never had a need for want, but I wish for this. In this bitter end, I feel terrible to die here... wasting with want."

"Is that what you truly wish for?"

"More then anything in this plane."

"For your years of mourning, for your years of listening, for holding those smaller then you close to your being whether big, or small..." The universe said, knowing full well that she would not be able to hear them as they spoke. For she had long since faded from existence, leaving behind one last tear.

The universe held the tear in it's hands, kissing it with life while quietly mourning the star that had passed. The tear was a tiny thing. But she would be born of star, she would live her life on the mortal plane, she would live the life wished by her mother and promised by the universe.

"As you wish, my bright and beautiful star."

You snapped awake from such a strange dream, realizing you had fell asleep in class. You glanced at your palm and found a wish that you had never seen before. The shape, form, and color were bright and beautiful. You knew exactly what it was... You couldn't help but feel that you shouldn't listen to this wish. So you tucked it away, feeling it's warmth in your pocket as you carried it's life with you.

"I wish you didn't have to be so alone back then..."