a little collection

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we lay on the top of his car, the stars sparkling above us. he lays with his hands beneath his head, and i lay with my hands folded on my stomach, my hair splayed around my head like an aura.

i feel sleepy. but i don't want to fall asleep while he talks about nothing and everything, his eyes almost blurry as his mind drifts.

"....and, i always wonder what it'd be like, to look down on the world from one of the stars. see all the plains and oceans and roads. but then i remember that, if i ever succeeded in doing so, then i would be alone. i wouldn't have my family, my friends, you. i'd be lonely. i like it down here on earth."

i nod in agreement, yawning. he notices that i yawn, and he plays with a strand of my hair near him.

"what about you?" he asks.

"i always think that the stars are the spirits who aren't ready to leave yet, they want to see our world develop. not necessarily purgatory, but more of like a second heaven. they can rest in peace there, but they're in between heaven and hell. they can still see everything happening, and they can almost talk to us, by twinkling."

i point to my favourite star, one i see every night.

"that one, that's my grandmothers. she taught me about the second heaven. i asked her what it was called, but she never told me. she only told me, 'in this afterlife, you become one of the stars in the sky. you'll see all of your loved ones grow, and watch as the world changes. that's where i'll go.' she passed away a few months later. i never believed anything different since."

"wow. that's beautiful, how come you've never told anyone this story?" he asks, his eyes fixated to the sky, illuminating his green eyes.

"because no one needs to know. i told you because i feel like you'd understand. i tried to tell a friend about it and she was confused about it. kept asking questions. but you, you're different. you would understand every deep thought i could have, and vice versa."

"you really think i'm that special to you?"

"of course. it's not like any of us aren't special. we were brought into this world for one reason or another. i say we live this life with someone you can fulfil that purpose with."

"you want to make a promise with me?"

"what?"

"promise me that no matter what'll happen, we'll help each other fulfil our own purposes in life, and that we can tell each other anything, even if it means hurting another."

"i promise."

i feel a familiar touch again, this time back in the same position it was before, our ring and pinkie fingers crossing, interloping over each other. we slowly ease our hands into each other, palms touching, and our fingers interlacing, fitting perfectly together.

i can feel my mind slipping away, as i begin to fall asleep atop his car. i wish i could stay in this moment forever with him, holding his hand, under the stars in this blissful, sleepy state.

he pulls me in close, and he nuzzles his face into my hair, as he nods off as well. i feel even warmer, and i make a quick mental note to remember this night, it'll be something to tell my grandkids and my grandmother, even though i can tell she's watching.

i don't know if what i feel for him is love or something else, but he's a special someone to me. we fall asleep in each other's arms, and even though it's chilly, i couldn't feel any warmer.

"i promise." i whisper as i slip into slumber.

a/n
hi! happy holidays! i know it's been a little bit, i've been spending time with my family this christmas break and i couldn't be happier, i hope you enjoyed this chapter, and have a safe break.
~kate