star [ wroetostar ]

29 june 2021

25 years old

The sky was painted in dark clouds, the entire east swept of any and all color. The church was decorated in pastel yellows and pinks, a muted contrast in the sea of black clothing and grey veils.

The blond was alone in his mourning, the last few nights spent nursing both his broken heart and a forever filling cup of strong black coffee.

Harry feared sleep.

Feared the nightmares he dreaded night after night, now coming true.
Feared the good nights, memories filling his dreams of a time when he was happy.

And yet, Harry feared being awake. Feared the deafening silence and cold sheets.
Feared the dark thoughts plaguing his brain.

Harry's life was overrun with fear. And the cure for that fear was laying only a few feet away.

His clean shaven face reminiscent of plum colored bruises and cherry blush.
His well tailored suit and raven hair, nostalgic of a time years ago. A time in which the only thing between them was a bouquet of flowers and a church full of family members.

The cinnamon skin remind foul of a lifetime of memories.
Memories were all he had now.

The casket was lowered, dark handfuls of soil thrown on top of the wood.

A single thought passed through Harry, repeating every word multiple times.
This isn't fair, this isn't fair, this isn't fair.

His Star wasn't supposed to go down this way. He wasn't supposed to go down at all. The star he knew was as strong as the moon, as lively as a meteorite crashing to earth. He was as bright and happy as the constellations lighting up the sky night after night.

His star had lost its light, his star had burned out.

And like some stars, he had left a black hole in its wake.