✯Behind the Stars | COMING SOON✯

✨PROLOGUE✨

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Isaiah 59:9

"That is why justice is far away from us,

And righteousness does not overtake us.

We keep hoping for light, but look! there is darkness;

For brightness, but we keep walking in gloom."

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Someone once told me "In the middle of a storm, it's easy to focus on the dark sky and the pouring rain. Eventually, though, the rain stops and the sky clears." It does sound beautiful, if only it were true. The rain will never stop and the sky will never clear, it only gets darker and darker until you can't see it anymore. No one broke my heart, but yet I am still heartbroken. I can't take control of something if I've already lost it for good, he's gone forever. It's been seven years but he's still all I think about, I was only eleven years old when he disappeared. He was last seen on July 23rd, 1981 and to this day, no one has found any remains. The police did find something that belonged to him just laying on the grass in a field, it was one of his journals. Filled with crazy scientific theories, experiments, and research; that journal became my most prized possession and I've been studying it as if it had all the answers to the world. I read it as if it explained how humans were really created, as if it explained what the meaning of life is, as if it would tell me where my father really is. Everyone tells me he's dead, move on. Some are even happy of his absence, but I won't believe it until I see it for myself. Every Saturday, I go to the same field my father's journal was found and I read it. I read it in the hopes that I'll find some answers, maybe I'll find him one day... I know it would never happen but it's just so nice to think about.

I was six years old when he first took me to see the stars. He studied astronomy and would take me to go camping in the very same field every month to study the stars. He loved the stars, I loved the stars, and the stars shined for our love. He didn't just love the stars because it brought us together, he wanted to know what was behind them; he was obsessed. Sometimes, I wonder if his obsession is the reason for his vanishing. Why else would his journal have been found in the field like that? He must've been researching something; he was only wanting to study the stars. This isn't the first time someone in my life has vanished, my mother ran away a year after I was born. Father was devastated but there wasn't much he could do except for take care of me as a single parent. He tried his best to love me for the both of them, but sometimes he didn't pay enough attention because of how busy with work he was. Growing up with one parent has certainly taught me to be more independent at a young age. When he disappeared too, I learned that growing up with no parents was even harder. I just wish that I was more thankful and appreciative of the little time I had with him. My father may not be here tonight, but the moon and stars still shine for me.

Rain lightly pours on my face, the dark green grass, and the violet lily I pick from this bush. I begin to pluck the petals off the already dying flower one by one. Something I've never understood is why people buy flowers for their loved ones, it's meant to represent their beautiful love for them but what does it symbolize when the flowers begin to die? What does it tell the loved one when something so beautiful and colorful grows a brown yellow tint the next week, when something so strong begins to limp, fall, and crumble. Love dies just as quickly as those flowers do and no one can stop that from happening. Sure, one can enjoy the little time they have with the beautiful flower thinking that nothing can rot this love from them, but soon, the rain will start pouring down, the flower dies, and time will take everything away.

Before my father vanished, I remember going into my little cluttered room whenever I felt upset or unnoticed and looking out my window when it was dark enough to see the moon. My favourite phase of the moon has always been the full moon, I would sometimes talk to the sky as if there was someone out there to help me out or answer my questions. The big full moon  looking down at me made me feel at peace, I felt calm knowing there was someone out there always looking at me and protecting me. I used to ask the sky things such as "What's father doing?", "Why won't father spend some time with me?", and most importantly, "What's behind the stars?". To this day, I still ask the sky these questions. Wherever my father is, I hope he's alright.

I sit down on the cold and wet grass of the field and pull out a dark brown leather journal from my bag, it's old pages are beginning to form a yellow tint but it's alright as long as I can still read what it says. The problem however, I don't know how to read what it says and that's why I don't have any answers. My father was a very secretive man and to write down private ideas such as these meant he had to write it in his own code; no one but him could understand it. He's brilliant but it frustrates me, I won't give up though. One day, I'll figure out his code and I'll be able to find out where he really is.

I put my book down, and instead look up at the sky. The moon seems closer than usual, and the stars seem brighter than usual. The rain is there, behind me in everything, but I focus on the stars.

A strange shape from the stars appears, along with a strange figure coming out of it with a strange face. He's scared, doesn't know what to do and the light shines on me. Light, is all I can see. Light, is all I will remember.

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