The Rebellious Kids of Hell's City

Between Chapters Mini Story - The Star and The Moon

I find myself wishing upon stars. I counted them one night but I didn't get very far.

Their beauty is to be admired. They twinkle high in the sky, looking down on the many people and cities below them. Sometimes I wonder if the stars ever get lonely, while many think the stars are a collective, the truth reveals to all that stars are truly alone. If you were to pick one star and travel to it, It would be a burning ball of gasses and mass, a sun, bringing life to the solar system but drifting alone in space, not close enough to anything to have a connection. Not even other stars. But imagine being one lone star, dazzling in the void, looking at all the other stars. Would you be lonely? Would you question your shine because you can't see it? Would you wish to make a connection to the closest star to you? Would you Implode from the loneliness.

I feel like a star. I walk these streets, pass the blurred faces of passerby and I have never felt so alone. They're close enough to touch yes... but never truly close enough. It's like I have a magnetic pole inside of me that directs people the opposite way. I want to fall in love... I want that connection to someone. I want someone that I already love to love me. I desperately reach out into the void, reaching for you. But you will never see me the same. I love the stars, But you prefer the moon. I love sun rises and you prefer sun sets. I'm not saying that we couldn't be together. Yes we may have a few different preferences, but many we join together on. I am the star that compliments your moon, there are things we have in common, but you don't look at the stars and see what could be. You look at the moon and praise it for its job to the world that spins us.

The feeling of a rejection that has never been spoken swirls inside my chest like a black hole. Consuming my entire being. I stare at you from the heavens above, I see you looking at the moon. You never look at me. To you I am one star amongst many, we all dazzle the same. There is nothing unique about me. This black hole consumes me further, my lonely solar system being disintegrated slowly piece by piece, because I don't want to gaze upon you anymore. The pain of loving you and never having you is too much. But every passing day I fall for you more, the more I fall for you, the bigger the hole. This hole in my chest, it aches to be loved, to be held. It wants to know what it's like to be genuinely loved, It wants it to be you. But I can't tell you these feelings... So the hole gets bigger.

I heard the star and the moon have a conversation one night

"Why can't I love someone who would actually love me back"

Cried the star

"You can't change the tides my sweet star. That job belongs to me. I'm sorry, if I could... I would change the tides so he may look upon you and not me".

Replied the moon

"This will be the death of me"

Finished the star.