NOTE:
This is an older work, so please do not judge my star babies too hard. They are cringe but adorable to me two years ago.
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A whisperer.
A whisperer was said to be a messenger to the stars, those bright beings in the darkened sky.
It was said that a whisperer would whisper stories to the stars, though it wasn't by any premise good ones.
They would tell the stars bad stories, some whisperers. Some would tell the stars astounding stories, and make them feel as if they could be part of the world those beneath them created.
Jaune watched as ivy clambered over the broken chain railing, small but colourful flowers blooming at the withered base of the broken tree stumps.
'Hey, Jaune. Jaune.' Lufa said, shaking her shoulder. She pointed up to the sky. 'Can you tell the stars what's happening now?'
Jaune glanced to Lufa, raised a brow, then looked to where her friend was pointing.
Small but fiery balls of light blazed across the darkness, staring back at her expectantly.
'This isn't something that the stars would find interesting, I don't think.'
Lufa crinkled her brow and leaned back into the picnic basket that she had brought out, digging her fingers into the flannel cloth. 'If I were a star, I would find it pretty interesting.' she grinned.
'You want me to tell the stars about you?' Jaune asked wearily.
'Yes, I want you to tell the stars about me.' Lufa replied.
'What should I tell them, then? That your favourite flower is a daffodil? That you've been afraid of the dark ever since you were five? That even though you're afraid of the dark, you still followed me into Mrs Chamberly's house in the dead of the night to just to snatch one of her pies for yourself-'
'They were good pies! And also, just do it already.' Lufa took an apple and lobbed it at Jaune, which whizzed right past her head.
With a sigh, Jaune closed her eyes and recounted the scene to the sky.
'I dislike you.'
'You're my best friend. You like me.' Lufa widened her grin in defiance. 'Now come on, let's get some ice-cream.'
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Rain poured down in buckets, water sloshing through the limp blades of grass and into the damp ground.
The flowers had long since wilted, and the ivy had completely swallowed the chain fence. The already-withered tree stumps seemed to wilt further, only the moss growing greener than before, blocking the seeds below from the precipitation.
A girl stood over a grave, yellow daffodils in a clenched hand. The sky dimmed as the stars hid behind black and gray clouds.
The loneliness hit her like a slap to the face.
A whisperer.
A whisperer was said to be a messenger to the stars, those bright beings in the darkened sky.
It was said that a whisperer would whisper stories to the stars, though it wasn't by any premise good ones.
Jaune closed her eyes and prayed that the stars heard her.
'I told the stars about you, Lufa.'
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EXPLANATION:
Lufa died
Lufamao.
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