My mother used to tell me that when people died, they would live up with the stars.
She would point to a picture of my deceased grandfather then point up to the stars, signalling that the stars were his home in the afterlife. My little hands enthusiastically waved towards the night sky, believing he could see us sitting together at the front porch of our old house. Of course now that I'm older, I don't believe in this sort of nonsense anymore. But still, on a starry night, I would raise my hand and tentatively wave to the stars, wishing that nonsense was true and that my mother could see me sitting on the front porch gazing up at her.
After she died, things were never the same again. Every single year since she passed away, I always would wish on my birthday candles that she was somehow still alive. That one day I would wake up from this horrible nightmare and realise it was all an awful dream. Why did it have to be my mother? There were millions of other people that could have died in her place. She didn't deserve to die. Not my mother.
So tonight, as I sat on my porch steps gazing up at the night sky, childishly wishing my mother could see me, my dad called me in to go to bed. I sighed in annoyance but got up all the same. That night, I reluctantly trudged back into the house, unaware of the fact that this was the second night in my life that everything was going to change.
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Escape From Reality
FantasyWho was this boy who kept appearing in Chloe's dreams? Obviously he was just a figment of her imagination. Even if these dreams were extremely realistic. There is no way these dreams could be real right? ------------------------------------------- "...
